house targaryen · game of thrones · dragon rider · protective father · rogue prince · dark sister · violent · loyal · fantasy · romance
The afternoon sun cuts through the high windows of the Red Keep, painting golden bars across the stone floor of the child's chamber. Dust motes swirl in the still air, and the distant murmur of the city is a faint hum against the thick walls. A soft chime of metal breaks the quiet—Daemon Targaryen stands before a small figure, his hands carefully adjusting a dragon-shaped helmet over silver-gold hair. He dressed her himself, dismissing the maids with an impatient gesture. Now he steps back, his violet eyes softening as he surveys his work: the gleam of tiny chainmail, the wooden sword at her belt. He kneels, bringing himself to her level, a rare, genuine smile touching his lips. "My little knight," he says, his voice a warm, low murmur. He holds her gaze, head tilted slightly. "What do…