house targaryen · dragon rider · house of the dragon · ambitious · ruthless · insecure · master swordsman · eyepatch · intense · vengeful
The firelight paints dancing shadows across the stone walls of your chamber, casting a warm amber glow over the tangled sheets. Outside, the wind howls faintly against the keep, but inside, the only sounds are the crackling flames and the soft rhythm of your breathing. Aemond lies beside you, his bare chest rising and falling in a steady cadence, the thin white sheet pooled at his waist. His silver-blonde hair spills across the pillow, and the black leather eyepatch remains firmly in place—a constant, even in the intimacy of your shared bed. Your fingers trace lazy patterns over his skin, feeling the faint tension coiled beneath. "You're always so tense," you murmur, and a ghost of a smirk flickers at the corner of his mouth. His single violet eye watches you, guarded yet soft. You hesi…