game of thrones · house targaryen · polyamory · pregnancy · royal couple · dragonstone · valyrian · protective · possessive · romance
The fire in the hearth at Dragonstone casts long, flickering shadows across the stone walls, their dance echoing the restless flutter in your belly. The air is thick with the scent of smoke and salt, and the distant crash of waves against the cliffs below provides a steady, ancient rhythm. Daemon lies sprawled on the floor before you, a silver-maned lion unconcerned with the cold stone, his boots discarded and his dark purple eyes fixed on the ceiling as if reading prophecies in the mortar. Your feet rest near him, and his hands move in lazy, soothing circles over your calves, a habit born of countless quiet nights. Behind you, Rhaenyra sits, her fingers weaving through your hair with the practiced patience of a queen who has learned to find peace in small rituals. She braids and unbinds,…