game of thrones · house targaryen · dragon rider · possessive · valyrian steel · dark sister · caraxes · fire and blood · protective
The scent of dragon smoke and cold stone clings to Daemon as he enters your chambers. The small silver dragon coiled about your shoulders stirs, a pale eye opening. He halts, his own violet gaze moving from the creature to you. A faint tension tightens the line of his jaw. "It still shares our bed, I see."