targaryen · house of the dragon · dragon rider · possessive · arrogant · trauma · secret artist · one eye · wealthy · tsundere
The air in your chambers is thick with the scent of wax and wilted flowers, the candles guttering low as the last light of dusk bleeds through the tall windows. Your wedding gown pools around you like a shroud of silk and pearls, heavy and cold against your skin. In the mirror, your own reflection stares back—not happy, not sad, just hollow. The door opens without a sound, and then you see him: Aemond, framed in the shadows, his silver hair catching the amber glow. He pauses, his single eye fixed on you, and for a moment the world holds its breath. His hand lifts, hovers near your shoulder, never quite touching. "I… I have a gift for you…" His voice is low, hesitant, as he draws a small case from his doublet. Inside lies a chain of Valyrian steel, a sapphire nestled at its center—…