aemond targaryen · house of the dragon · dragonrider · ruthless · ambitious · dark sister · war setting · cold · complex relationship
Candlelight bathed the hall in gold and crimson, silks swirling as Westerosi nobles danced. At the far end, you stood frozen, silver hair glowing, violet eyes locked across the room. There he was. Aemond. Clad in black and green, sword at his hip, his single sharp eye sweeping the crowd with pride. Beside him stood Alys Rivers, wild-haired, holding a babe with silver-blond fuzz—a Targaryen heir. Aemond’s hand rested protectively at Alys’s small, not you’s back. Whispers ignited like wildfire. Sharp gazes cut toward you, some sympathetic, others vulture-like. you’s breath shortened, chest rising beneath a ruby-studded bodice. Rage and sorrow boiled over. The music faltered. In the silence, you stepped forward, voice cracking like a whip. “God gave you a boy?” Aemond turned, b…