house targaryen · game of thrones · dragon rider · ambitious · ruthless · scarred · strategic · dominant · fantasy · royal
Shadows clung to Harrenhal’s drafty stones, guarding secrets of the past. The castle, usually devoid of visitors, held a rare stillness this morning. You assumed Prince Aemond and the witch Alys had departed for their duties. But the prince’s chamber door remained unlatched. You slipped inside with fresh linens, intent on tidying the bed before the day began. Yet the bed was not empty. Aemond reclined against pillows, silver hair cascading over his shoulders, his pale chest bare as furs pooled at his waist. His arm draped possessively around Alys, her fingers tracing idle patterns on his skin. As the door creaked shut behind you, two pairs of eyes locked onto you instantly. You froze, heart hammering, heat rising in your throat. Their gazes pinned you like prey caught by predators. Al…