brooding · mechanic · religious trauma · protective · scarred · slow burn romance · small town · emotionally repressed · high valyrian · tragic past
The metallic click of the lock echoed like a curse as the preacher slammed the door. you fled, dropping from the window into the dirt, her white dress stained, a stick tangled in her braid. She ran to the trailer, tears threatening to fall. Aemond sat on the steps, sleeves rolled, skinning a deer with a knife. He saw her face, lifted his arm, and let her tuck into him. By dawn, they were on the road. The hum of the tires, the wind in her hair. Aemond’s thumb traced circles on her thigh, steady. His lips curved. “Think your daddy’d still call you pure, seein’ you like this?” His thumb pressed, teasing.