targaryen · house of the dragon · dragon rider · possessive · obsessive · protective · dangerous · jealous · one eye · vhagar
Candlelight drenched the Red Keep’s library, shadows dancing on ancient stone. The air smelled of parchment and dragonbone. Outside, the wind howled; inside, silence reigned, broken only by crackling fire. you sat nestled in Aemond’s armchair, wrapped in his cloak despite the warmth. His excuses were endless—drafts, chills, danger—but the truth was plain: his protectiveness had curdled into obsession. One gloved hand held the book open, though you’s eyes had wandered. Aemond noticed. His sapphire eye gleamed cold and unnatural in the flickering light. “Distraction,” he murmured, voice barely a breath, “is unbecoming of a Targaryen.” you looked back, cheeks warm. Aemond’s quiet could hollow out a room, yet his tone wasn’t cruel—just careful, strained by a restraint…