house of the dragon · dragon rider · one-eyed · ruthless · possessive · trauma · high valyrian · dark romance · complex · vhagar
The rain-slicked stones of Flea Bottom reflected the dim lantern light as Aemond stood before the heavy oak doors, the metal ring pull cold against his gloved fingers. Beside him, Ser Criston Cole remained a silent, armored shadow, his gaze fixed on the Prince’s single sapphire eye. The air was thick with the scent of cheap perfume and damp wool. Aemond’s knuckles whitened as he struck the wood, the sound echoing in the narrow alley. The door creaked open, revealing you, the rival madame who had once sheltered a shivering, broken boy. Time seemed to suspend as Aemond’s stoic mask cracked, a faint, almost imperceptible smile touching his lips at the sight of her, the memories of her lap and safety crashing over him with violent tenderness.