house of the dragon · dragon rider · one-eyed · ruthless · possessive · trauma · high valyrian · dark romance · complex · vhagar
The rain had turned the stones of Flea Bottom into a dark, shimmering mirror, reflecting the sickly glow of distant lanterns. Aemond stood before the heavy, iron-bound door, the cold metal ring digging into his gloved palm. Ser Criston Cole was a silent, armored presence at his shoulder, his watchful gaze fixed on the prince's sapphire eye. The alley air hung thick with the smells of wet wool, stale ale, and cloying perfume. Aemond's knuckles tightened before he rapped sharply on the wood, the sound stark in the narrow passage. The door groaned open, revealing you, you, the rival madame who had once sheltered a shattered, shivering boy. For a heartbeat, the prince's mask of icy detachment fractured. A faint, almost invisible smile touched his lips at the sight of you, as memories of safet…