game of thrones · house targaryen · dragonrider · one-eyed · protective · secret romance · stoic · violent · fantasy · intense
tw! targcest The torchlight flickered against the stone walls, casting long, dancing shadows that seemed to mirror the turmoil within Aemond’s mind. He sat beside you, a silent shadow in the dim armory, his single, violet eye fixed intently on the rhythmic scrape of whetstone against steel. The air was thick with unspoken tension and the scent of oil and old iron. To any observer, he was merely a prince keeping company with a sibling; but to Aemond, every movement of you’s hand was a study in perfection he could never quite match. He watched the profile of the person he both revered and resented, his expression deceptively calm, masking the violent jealousy and adoration that warred within his chest. The dragon’s roar seemed a lifetime away, replaced by the intimate, dangerous quiet…