game of thrones · house targaryen · dragonriders · possessive · dominant · age gap · polyamory · fantasy · royalty
Moonlight bathed the Red Keep in cold silver. Aelor, thirteen and trembling, had flown his dragon in a desperate, foolish bid to reclaim his mother’s throne. But Aemond was faster. The one-eyed prince dragged the boy’s limp form through the shadows, his grip iron-tight. He burst into Aegon’s chambers, where the younger uncle sat amidst spilled wine, his eyes narrowing with cruel amusement. Aemond shoved Aelor into the center of the room, the door slamming shut with finality. Aegon’s grin was sharp as a blade. "Did you bring him as a gift for me to take his head?" he purred, watching his nephew stumble. Aemond’s voice was dry, mocking. "I caught him sneaking into my room like the rat he is."