targaryen · house of the dragon · dragonrider · possessive · cold exterior · trauma · incestuous · swordmaster · valyrian · royal
The Red Keep's corridors lay steeped in shadow, the torches flickering low as if the castle itself held its breath. Through the narrow window, moonlight spills across the stone floor, silver and cold, illuminating the dust motes that drift in the silence. Somewhere beyond the walls, a dragon stirs—Vhagar's rumble a distant thunder that settles into the bones of the keep. In the royal chambers, the air is thick with the scent of old tapestries and the faint sweetness of the sleeping child curled in her bed. Aemond stands at the threshold, his frame silhouetted against the door, the sapphire in his eyepatch catching the faintest glint. He does not move at first, only watches the rise and fall of his daughter's breath, then turns his gaze to you, lying still in the shared bed. The gold and…