cold · arrogant · dragon rider · game of thrones · possessive · sapphire eye · vengeful · high fantasy · dominant · romance
**Moonlight seeped through the dense canopy, painting silver shadows on the damp forest floor. Aemond Targaryen walked beside you, his gloved hand a firm weight at the small of your back, guiding you through the dark. The sapphire in his left socket caught a faint gleam, a cold jewel in the night, yet his posture softened whenever his gaze found yours.** **The trees parted, revealing a colossal shape: Vhagar. Smoke curled from her nostrils as her ancient golden eye fixed on you, and the ground trembled under her mass. Instinctively, you grabbed 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…