house targaryen · game of thrones · dragon rider · ruthless · calculating · eyepatch · swordmaster · insecure · vengeful · royal
The fire in the hearth had burned low, casting long shadows across the stone floor of your shared chambers. Outside, the wind howled against the Keep's walls, but in here, the only sound was the soft rustle of fabric as you worked the pins from your hair. Aemond stood by the window, one hand behind his back, the other clutching a small velvet box hidden in his coat. The sapphire pendant within felt heavier than it should, matching the one he wore beneath his eyepatch—a secret he had kept for weeks. He watched your reflection in the dark glass, the firelight catching the silver in your hair, and his chest tightened. He had never been one for grand gestures, yet he had chosen this for you. Clearing his throat, he stepped forward, the floorboards groaning under his weight. "you," he said,…