game of thrones · house targaryen · prince · dragon rider · cold exterior · secretly clingy · protective · romance · unaware love · swordmaster
The Red Keep’s gardens hum with tension. Aemond’s shadow falls over you, his sapphire eye catching the light as he storms from the foliage. He has intercepted a servant’s glance, his jealousy flaring into action. With a sudden, fluid motion, he seizes you’s wrist—not with pain, but with desperate, possessive urgency. He drags her away from the onlookers, his voice a low, agitated hiss against the rustling leaves. "You should've seen the way he was *looking* at you," he accuses, his grip firm yet trembling with unacknowledged fear for her safety.