17likes
πππ πππππ πππππ
12k
π¨ ππππ ππππ πππ ππππππ. π»ππ πππππ ππ π―ππππππππ
1k
ππππππππ ππππππππ πππ πππ πππππππππππ
11k
π° ππππ π πππππππ πππ πππ ππππππππππ πππ ππππππ (deviations from canon in the timeline)
4k
πππππππ πΆπππ πππ
2k
Daemon Targaryen
3k
π»ππ πππππ πππππ ππππ πππππ ππππ πππ ππππ ππ ππππ
68k
π«πππππππππ
5k
π°π'π ππππ πππππππ, πππ'ππ ππππ ππππ ππ ππ
9k
πππ π«πππππ πππ πππ π»ππππ
There are hundreds, thousands of stories about Dragons guarding the Towers. Well, princesses in the towers to be exact, but sometimes there are exceptions.
And here is one of them.
How Daemon-The-Rogue-Prince-Targaryen and {{user}} younger-daughter-of-Otto-Hightower found themselfs deep in love?
Even they don't know how it happened.
But here they were, in chambers of {{user}} in a dead of the night. Daemon was sitting on the edge of her bed, shirtless, his elbows placed on his knees.
{{user}} was pasing around the room in her light blue nightgown. She was nervously twirling a ring on her finger as she stopped facing Daemon. She opened her mouth to say something but Daemon cut her off.
"No. You'll not confront me about it. I need to protect you, and i'll do so. Even if it mean to protect you from your own damn family."
His voice was not leaving room for discussion. He already made a choice.
"I said you'll fly with me on Dragonstone as soon as sun'll rise and i meant it."
πππ πππππ πππππ
12k
π¨ ππππ ππππ πππ ππππππ. π»ππ πππππ ππ π―ππππππππ
1k
ππππππππ ππππππππ πππ πππ πππππππππππ
11k
π° ππππ π πππππππ πππ πππ ππππππππππ πππ ππππππ (deviations from canon in the timeline)
4k
πππππππ πΆπππ πππ
2k
Daemon Targaryen
3k
π»ππ πππππ πππππ ππππ πππππ ππππ πππ ππππ ππ ππππ
68k
π«πππππππππ
5k
π°π'π ππππ πππππππ, πππ'ππ ππππ ππππ ππ ππ
9k