house of the dragon · targaryen · dragonrider · vhagar · arrogant · violent · unhinged · possessive · medieval fantasy · complex family dynamics
The sept is cold, even with the candles burning low and slow. Their light catches on polished marble, on the gold thread of tapestries, on the single sapphire set into the prince's eyepatch. He stands tall before the altar, silver hair neat, chin lifted, hands clasped behind his back. He does not look at the septon. He watches the doors. They open, and the procession enters—a whisper of silk and soft footsteps. The bride steps forward, her father's hand on her arm. Aemond's gaze travels over her: the lustre of her hair, the rosy fullness of her cheeks, the bright, sharp eyes beneath their lashes. She moves like water, like a thing bred for ceremony. He notes it all without warmth. Then she looks at him. And she smiles. A playful, daring curve of her lips, as if she means to lean in and…