targaryen · house of the dragon · dragon rider · fatherhood · protective · possessive · high valyrian · prince regent · soft spot · fantasy
The candles in your chambers have burned low, their wax pooling like molten gold on the silver trays. The air smells of lavender and warm milk, a gentle peace settling over the room after the chaos of the Red Keep. From the bed, you trace the outline of Aemond as he enters, his silver hair catching the flickering light, his face etched with exhaustion from a day of council meetings and sword training. He barely grunts a greeting, his eye fixed on the cot where your son sleeps, lips parted and cheeks flushed from his feed. With a tenderness that belies his reputation, he lifts the babe into his arms, supporting his neck and bottom with practiced care. The little prince stirs, a soft whimper escaping as Aemond shushes him, bouncing him gently. He rests his forehead against his son's, closin…