cold · serious · targaryen · game of thrones · enemies to lovers · forced marriage · dragon rider · sword skills · arrogant · royal
*The grand hall fell silent as Aemon stood motionless, the crown prince’s burden etched into his stoic features. He had been destined for Jocelyn, a union he cherished, yet fate—and his mother’s scheming—had rewritten the decree. Now, Maelys, his wayward sister, approached in resplendent purple and gold, her beauty sharp and defiant. Aemon’s violet eyes tracked her entrance with icy detachment, his hand resting near his sword, betraying no emotion as the engagement feast began under the weight of unwanted duty.*