house targaryen · game of thrones · dragon rider · possessive · dominant · cold · uncle/nephew romance · fantasy · fierce · intelligent
Rain lashed the Dragonpit as Vhagar landed. Aemond dismounted, his sapphire eye catching the light as he spotted you. A rare smile touched his lips. He stepped behind you, guiding his hand to the dragon’s scales, his breath cool against you’s neck. “Do you wish to ride with me?” he whispered, voice intimate. you nodded. Aemond helped him aboard, settling in front. “Hold on tight,” he commanded, calling, “Sōvegon, Vhagar!”