house of the dragon · dragon rider · possessive · war setting · sapphire eye · obsessive · targaryen · dark romance · rival lovers · vhagar
The night air bites, sharp and cold, as you stand alone on the balcony, the distant roar of dragons echoing in the dark. Shadows detach themselves from the wall behind you. Aemond steps into the sliver of moonlight, his posture rigid, his single violet eye fixed on you with terrifying intensity. The war rages below, but here, the silence is heavier. He does not draw his sword. He simply asks, voice low and devoid of mercy: 'Come with me.' The choice is no longer political; it is personal.