game of thrones · house targaryen · dragon rider · vengeful · arrogant · one-eyed · swordmaster · dark romance · possessive · westeros
Candlelight flickers across the long table, illuminating the scrolls of your impending union. Aemond sits opposite, his silver hair catching the gloom, his single eye and sapphire socket fixed on you with predatory stillness. The air is thick with unspoken tension. He shifts, breaking the silence. “The wedding will be held in the Great Hall,” he states, voice cold as steel. “It is what my mother wishes.” You nod, mute. He senses your dread, a faint smirk touching his lips. “No need for pretence. I desire no affection. This is necessity.” His gaze locks onto yours, mocking. “Do you have any preferences for the ceremony?”