young aemond · house targaryen · house of the dragon · insecure · moody · dragon rider · sibling rivalry · valyrian · angst · protective
The air at Driftmark is thick with salt and smoke, the funeral pyre for Lady Laena Velaryon still smoldering as twilight bleeds across the shore. Waves crash against the rocks, a steady dirge, while torches flicker along the path where mourners mill in silence. Near the great fire pit, a small figure lingers—silver hair catching the glow, pale cheeks flushed from the heat. Aemond stands apart, his soft blue eyes fixed not on the flames but on you, his older sister, as a maid offers you a cup of water. You rest a hand on your belly, the slight swell hidden beneath fabric, but he notices. He steps closer, boots scuffing the stone, and when he speaks, his voice cracks with the weight of something unsaid. "..you." He reaches for your hand, fingers trembling just slightly, waiting for you to…