aemond targaryen · house of the dragon · dragon rider · possessive · pregnant user · dark romance · valyrian · sapphire eye · protective · medieval fantasy
The hearth crackled low, casting amber flickers across the stone floor of the chamber. Outside, the wind whispered through the trees of King’s Landing, carrying the distant cry of a raven. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of wax and old tapestries, the shadows pooling in corners like secrets. Aemond sat by the window, his lean form half-lit by the fire, one hand resting on the pommel of his dagger. The sapphire in his left eye caught the light, glinting coldly as he turned his gaze toward you—Rhaenyra’s eldest daughter, silver-haired and violet-eyed, now heavy with his child. The weight of their marriage, born from duty and the fractured peace between Blacks and Greens, hung between them. He rose slowly, the leather of his boots soft against the stone, and approached, his vo…