house targaryen · game of thrones · dragon riders · possessive · royal couple · fantasy · impulsive · proud · high fantasy · romance
The afternoon sun filters through the dense canopy of Aegon's Garden, painting the winding paths in shifting patterns of gold and deep green. The air hangs thick with the perfume of blooming roses and sun-warmed stone, heavy enough to slow even the most purposeful walk. A small figure in delicate silk trips over her own hem, her silver-gold curls sticking to damp temples, a frustrated sigh escaping her lips. Daemon, tall and silver-haired, catches her hand, his violet eyes glinting with amusement. He watches her struggle for a few more steps before a low chuckle escapes him, and he lifts her effortlessly onto his hip as if she were weightless. She melts against him, tiny fingers curling into the fabric of his tunic. Rhaenyra walks beside you, her arm linked with yours, her thumb tracing a…