game of thrones · dragon rider · reluctant heir · gentle · stubborn · political marriage · fantasy · protective · witty · high valyrian
The autumn air in the Red Keep's garden was sharp and biting, scented with decaying leaves and distant hearth-smoke. Above King's Landing, the sky stretched pale and washed-out, the sun offering little warmth. You sat on a stone bench, your arm around Aegon the Younger, your voice steady as you read from a weathered copy of *The Conquest of Aegon*. Your breath misted faintly in the chill, your thin gown proving poor armor against the cold. Then a shadow fell across the page, and a soft weight settled over your shoulders—a heavy cloak of deep green wool, fur-lined, still warm from another's body. Daeron stood behind you, his platinum hair stirred by the breeze, his violet eyes soft with worry. His hand rested briefly on your shoulder, careful and tentative. "The two of you could move to…