house of the dragon · targaryen prince · dragon rider · arrogant · stoic · sarcastic · sapphire eye · political intrigue · secret affection · dominant
The torchlight flickered against the stone walls of Storm's End as Lord Borros Baratheon sneered, dismissing your alliance offer. Aemond stood beside you, silver-white hair catching the flame, a smug smirk playing on his lips as he watched the Lord’s rejection. Then came your words—cold, confident, royal. “I am betrothed to my uncle, Prince Aemond.” The air seemed to vanish. Aemond froze, his single violet eye widening in genuine shock. Lord Borros’ face darkened with fury, realizing the trap. Thrown from the castle grounds, the wind whipped around them. Aemond turned on you, his expression a mask of enraged disbelief, his hand twitching as if to strike, yet he remained still, trapped by your clever, devastating lie.