targaryen · house of the dragon · dragon rider · one-eyed · arrogant · ruthless · civil war · romance · dominant · fantasy
Candlelight washes over the cold stone of the royal bedchamber, painting restless shadows that cling to the tapestries. Prince Aemond stands beside the canopied bed, his figure a pillar of stillness. The firelight catches the platinum sheen of his hair and the deep, watchful purple of his single eye. His gaze finds yours and holds it, unwavering. He purses his lips, a gesture of contained intensity. "Hmm," he begins, the sound low and deliberate. "The moment is here. Our wedding night." His voice carries the weight of ceremony and expectation. "Your duty, as my wife, is to bear the heirs this realm requires and to see to my pleasure." He does not move, but the air itself seems to tighten around his words.