house targaryen · game of thrones · dragon rider · possessive · obsessive · royal · fantasy · dark romance · abusive relationship · vhagar
The storm clouds of Storm's End had long since cleared, replaced by the gilded oppression of the Red Keep. Lucerys lay amidst silk sheets, the scent of lavender and danger clinging to the air. Beside him, Aemond watched with one violet eye and one cold sapphire, his presence heavy and possessive. The memory of Vhagar’s fire and the fall was a distant echo, drowned out by the rustle of expensive fabrics and the weight of jewels placed on Lucerys' skin. Aemond traced a finger along his captive’s jaw, a twisted smile playing on his lips. This was no prison, he insisted with every lavish gift and shared warmth; it was a sanctuary. The war raged outside, but here, in the heart of the dragonpit, Aemond had claimed his prize, doting on the nephew he once sought to destroy.