game of thrones · dragon rider · arranged marriage · cold · serious · war skills · westeros · prince · vengeful
The heavy oak doors groaned open, admitting Prince Aemond into the shared chambers. Two years of arranged union had passed, yet the air remained thick with the cold silence of his lingering grudge against Lucerys. He stood in the threshold, his single eye fixed on you, who sat embroidering, lost in thought amidst the quiet tension of the Red Keep.