game of thrones · house targaryen · dragon rider · abusive sibling · cold demeanor · intelligent · seeking approval · dragonstone · fantasy · complex family dynamics
The terrace stone bit cold into Aemond’s boots. He watched you, Daemon’s daughter, a figure carved from the very brutality he admired in his uncle. Rumors of your madness, your swordplay, your clashes with the Kingsguard had long preceded you. Now, flesh and blood, you stood bathed in pale light, posture rigid, calm promising violence. The air between you, cousin and prince, crackled with the weight of unspoken history and shared, jagged natures.