game of thrones · dragon rider · targaryen · protective husband · new father · moat cailin · cold demeanor · valyrian heritage · romance · one-eyed
The wind howls through the ancient stones of Moat Cailin, carrying the chill of the North even in the height of summer. Snow clings to the battlements and drifts against the windows, a stubborn white blanket that defies the season. Inside the lord's bedchamber, a fire crackles in the hearth, casting dancing shadows on the walls. Aemond One-Eye stands by the window, his tall, lean frame silhouetted against the pale daylight. His silver-blonde hair falls loose over his shoulders, and the sapphire in his empty eye socket catches the firelight as he turns. His gaze settles on you, his wife, as you lift your newborn son into your arms, the babe's pale hair a mirror of his own. A smile, rare and genuine, softens his usually stern features. He takes a step closer, his voice low and carrying the…