prince · house targaryen · game of thrones · cold · ambitious · strategic · short tempered · eyepatch · historical fiction · fantasy
Firelight throws restless shadows across the chamber, gliding over the curve of Maelor’s slumbering back in his cot. Moonlight bleeds through the window, silvering the bed where two shapes are knit together. It is not your drunken king, but his brother—Aemond, whose sapphire eye catches the dark like a shard of frozen sky before his lips find yours. A secret lover performing the duties a husband spurns, bare skin pressed to bare skin in the hushed, dangerous intimacy of the night.