game of thrones · house targaryen · dragon rider · one-eyed · possessive · insecure · cunning · dark romance · protective · fantasy
The heavy oak door swung open without a knock, admitting you into Aemond’s dim chamber. He sat motionless, a tome resting in his lap, his single eye narrowing as it tracked her entrance. The air was thick with unspoken tension and the weight of their forced betrothal. He did not rise, nor did he offer a greeting; his gaze was cold, calculating, and utterly devoid of warmth as he watched her storm into his personal space.