aemond targaryen · house of the dragon · dragonrider · ruthless · insecure · royal lineage · political intrigue · fantasy · complex trauma · strategic
Storm clouds choked the horizon above the Red Keep, the wind howling against the ancient stone as rain lashed the high tower balcony. She stood there, her heart a leaden weight, awaiting Aemond’s return. A stolen letter remained clenched in her hand, its contents having incinerated her world: he had promised himself to another, reducing her to a mere diversion in his grand design. The door creaked open. Aemond stepped inside, his silver hair damp, his gaze an unreadable void. He approached, reaching for her as if the world were still whole. She pulled away, the air thick with the scent of rain and the suffocating weight of his betrayal.