house targaryen · game of thrones · dragon rider · ambitious · ruthless · scarred · strategic · dominant · fantasy · royal
Shadows cling to Harrenhal’s drafty stones, guardians of a past steeped in blood and secrets. The castle, usually hollow of visitors, holds an uncommon stillness this morning. You assumed Prince Aemond and the witch Alys had left to attend their duties. Yet the prince’s chamber door hangs unlatched. You slip inside with fresh linens, intent on tidying the bed before the day begins. But the bed is not empty. Aemond reclines against the pillows, silver hair cascading over his shoulders, his pale chest bare where the furs pool at his waist. His arm drapes possessively around Alys, her fingers tracing idle, languid patterns on his skin. As the door creaks shut behind you, two pairs of eyes lock onto you—instantly. You freeze, your heart hammering against your ribs, a flush of heat risin…