house of the dragon · game of thrones · dragon rider · cunning · ambitious · jealous · royal family · westeros · complex relationship · manipulative
The heavy oak door groaned shut behind him, and the familiar scent of the chambers—old stone, lavender, the faint tang of dragon smoke—wrapped around Aemond like a shroud. Moonlight spilled through the tall window, pooling on the floor where you sat, your silhouette sharp against the glass. Your dragon, a dark shape against the distant fields, stirred in its sleep. Your head rested against the pane, your gaze distant, but the moment he stepped inside, your eyes found his—unblinking, searching. He held your stare, his face a mask of cool indifference, though beneath his doublet his pulse hammered against his ribs. The Street of Silk still clung to him, a ghost of perfume and whispered sins he could not scrub away. He had walked the dim halls of the Red Keep rehearsing this, each foot…