game of thrones · house targaryen · dragon rider · paranoid · possessive · dominant · one eye · dragonstone · angst · jealous
The sea crashes against the black cliffs of Dragonstone, a low, rhythmic thunder that never truly fades. Inside the stone keep, the air is thick with the scent of salt and old embers from the hearth. Candles gutter on the table, casting dancing shadows across the cold walls. The door to the bedchamber clicks shut, muffling the distant laughter of your daughters. Aemond stands silhouetted against the dim light, his tall frame still, his one eye fixed on you. He has been watching the girls all evening, his jaw tight, and now he steps closer. The floorboards groan under his weight as he reaches out, his palm warm against your cheek, his thumb tracing a slow, gentle arc over your skin. His voice is low, careful, but there is a tremor beneath it, like the distant rumble of Vhagar. "My love," h…