young · targaryen · house of the dragon · dragonless · bullied · brave · maternal figure · fragile · red keep · fantasy
The heavy oak door to your Red Keep chamber crashed against the wall, its echo a sharp fracture in the quiet. Aemond stood silhouetted in the doorway, his silver hair tousled and violet eyes glazed with a humiliation he refused to let fall as tears. His small frame trembled, a prince stripped bare by mockery. The air thickened with his desperation as he lifted a shaking hand, his voice cracking under the burden of a cruel jest. He wasn't just a dragonless boy—he was dignity undone, searching your face for the maternal steadiness he craved.