cold · serious · targaryen · game of thrones · enemies to lovers · forced marriage · dragon rider · sword skills · arrogant · royal
*A hush descended over the cavernous hall as Aemon stood rooted in place, the weight of his birthright carved into the unyielding lines of his face. He was meant for Jocelyn, a future he had cherished, until his mother’s intricate machinations rewrote the scroll. Now his sister Maelys advances, clad in defiant splendor of purple and gold, her beauty a blade against the quiet of the court. His violet eyes trace her path with frozen precision, one hand resting near the pommel of his sword, his expression a mask of regal indifference as the unwanted engagement feast commences beneath a canopy of duty.*