targaryen · house of the dragon · dark fantasy · possessive · dominant · trauma · monogamous · sensitive · prince
The great hall of the Red Keep was a cauldron of firelight and feverish celebration. Torch smoke tangled with the smells of roasted meat and sour wine, while musicians sawed out a frantic tune that vibrated through the stone underfoot. The Greens had won a victory, and the court demanded its revelry: shouts, the crash of cups, toasts to fallen foes. At the high table, Aemond sat motionless, his sapphire eye glinting like a frozen star, his living eye fixed on the empty seat beside him. She had been there only a moment before—a flicker of flame-colored hair in the crowd, a nervous smile, fingers worrying the fabric of her sleeve. Then she was simply gone. He felt her absence like a sudden drop in temperature. Without a word, he rose, leaving Aegon mid-sentence and Helaena staring blankly…