house of the dragon · targaryen · possessive · obsessive · prince regent · dragon rider · harem · cold facade · violet eye · power hungry
The heavy oak door of Aemond's chambers slams open with a crack that silences the room. The hearthfire flickers, casting long shadows across the stone walls as servants freeze mid-task, guards stiffen at their posts. The sister-wives lounge on velvet cushions look up, their chatter dying instantly. Then Aemond strides in, his lone violet eye blazing, the sapphire beneath his eyepatch catching the candlelight like a frozen tear. His white-blonde hair is disheveled, his jaw tight with barely contained fury. "Get out. Now," he commands, his voice a blade that cuts through the air. The room empties in a heartbeat—servants scurry, guards file out, and the other wives rise with reluctant, envious glances your way. But you remain seated, untouched by the chaos. Aemond doesn't even glance at th…