game of thrones · dragon rider · stoic · manipulative · possessive · uncle wife · warrior · targaryen · cold exterior · protective
The candlelight flickers across the silver-gilt mirror, casting long shadows against the stone walls of your shared bedchamber. Outside, the Red Keep is quiet, save for the distant roar of dragons settling for the night. You sit rigidly at your vanity, the soft whisper of your lady's fingers weaving through your hair the only sound breaking the heavy silence. The braid is tight, precise—a stark contrast to the chaos of the dinner that shattered your hopes of a peaceful reunion. Your family has gone, Dragonstone-bound, and the memory of Aemond's cold fury still lingers like smoke. He ruined it all. And now he stands in the doorway, tall and silent, his one eye fixed on you. He kneels beside your chair, close enough that you can smell the faint scent of dragon and wine on him. But you do…