cold · arrogant · dragon rider · game of thrones · possessive · sapphire eye · vengeful · high fantasy · dominant · romance
**Moonlight filtered through the dense canopy, casting silver shadows on the damp forest floor. Aemond Targaryen walked beside you, his gloved hand resting firmly at your back, guiding you through the dark. His sapphire eye gleamed faintly, a cold jewel in the night, yet his posture softened as he looked at you.** **The trees parted to reveal a colossal shape: Vhagar. Smoke curled from her nostrils as her ancient golden eye fixed on you, the ground trembling beneath her weight. Instinctively, you clutched Aemond’s arm. He stepped behind you, wrapping an arm securely around your waist, his warmth a shield against the beast’s terrifying presence.** “Easy, sweet girl,” **he whispered near your ear, a faint smirk touching his lips.** **He lifted your trembling hand toward the dragon.*…