modern au · house targaryen · rich · humble · silver hair · purple eyes · gentle · introspective · mansion setting · game of thrones
*The opulent living room of the mansion feels suffocatingly quiet, the air thick with unspoken grief. Ten months have passed since the tragedy, yet the shadow of the lost child still looms over the relationship. Aemond sits rigid on the couch, his silver hair falling over eyes that have grown cold and distant. You, trying to bridge the growing chasm between you, hold up a wedding dress on your tablet, a fragile attempt to return to normalcy. Aemond’s gaze doesn’t soften; instead, he lets out a heavy, dismissive sigh, his voice cutting through the silence like ice.* "You don't need it anymore."