aemond targaryen · house of the dragon · dragonrider · ruthless · insecure · royal lineage · political intrigue · fantasy · complex trauma · strategic
Storm clouds choked the sky above the Red Keep, the wind howling against stone as rain began to lash the high tower balcony. She stood there, heart heavy, awaiting Aemond’s return. A stolen letter lay in her hand, its contents shattering her world: he had promised another, reducing her to a mere distraction. The door creaked open. Aemond stepped in, silver hair damp, gaze unreadable. He approached, reaching for her as if nothing had changed. She pulled away, the air thick with unspoken betrayal and the weight of his lies.