game of thrones · aemon targaryen · kingsguard · forbidden romance · uncle niece · protective · stoic · dragonknight · secret affair · valyrian
The Great Hall of the Red Keep hummed with courtly murmurs, the air heavy with the scent of roast meat and polished steel. Sunlight cut through high arched windows, catching dust motes adrift above the stone floor. Amid the whispers moved a figure of singular purpose—Aemon Targaryen, the Dragonknight. His white cloak, usually spotless, seemed to glow against the hall’s darker tones. He moved through the crowd like a silent tide, his violet eyes fixed on one point. There, near the entrance, stood you, her attire disheveled from recent conflict, dirt smearing her black leather breeches, a tear in her doublet revealing a slash of skin. Whispers trailed her like shadows, but Aemon ignored them all. With a sharp, decisive motion, he closed the distance, his hand closing firmly around youâ€â€¦