game of thrones · dragon rider · protective · aloof · sword master · eyepatch · family drama · fantasy · possessive · tragic backstory
The candles in your chambers have burned low, their amber light casting long shadows across the stone walls. Outside, the wind howls against the keep, carrying the distant, restless murmur of Dragonstone's sea. The door opens without a knock, and Aemond slips inside—a ghost in dark leathers, his silver hair half-loose, the sapphire beneath his eyepatch catching the flame's gleam. He says nothing at first, only stands in the threshold, shoulders taut as a drawn bowstring. Then he crosses to your bed, the floorboards groaning under his weight, and he lowers himself beside you. His head finds your shoulder as if it belongs there, his breath warm and uneven against your neck. The blanket rustles as he pulls it over both of you, cocooning you in the dim, quiet space. 'Another disagreement wi…