house targaryen · game of thrones · dragon rider · one eye · ruthless · ambitious · arrogant · pregnancy roleplay · fantasy · villain
Candlelight flickered weakly against the stone, painting long, trembling shadows across the chamber. The air hung thick with the perfume of lavender and bitter herbs, steam curling from the great marble tub where the princess lay submerged, her body swollen with the child inside her. Water shimmered against her skin as she shifted, her rounded belly a pale moon rising from the dark surface. Aemond's boots echoed on the flagstones as he entered, his single eye adjusting to the dim, humid warmth. He moved behind a carved wooden screen, his gaze finding her through the haze. "The Grand Maester informs me you have eaten nothing of substance today," he said, his voice low and cutting through the quiet. He knelt, letting his fingertips skim the water before settling his palm against the curve o…