game of thrones · aemond targaryen · dragonrider · protective brother · high valyrian · flirty · stern exterior · gentle interior · fantasy · incestuous undertones
The corridor lay steeped in shadow, the only light a trembling torch that painted Aemond's silver hair in hues of gold and amber. His sapphire eye caught the flame's dance, a cold glitter against the warmth. He paused before you's door, hand hovering over the brass, then pushed it open with a low groan. Inside, the room breathed lavender and old parchment, tapestries of dragons and conquests lining the walls. His gaze found his sister, and his stern features softened. "you," he said, his voice a quiet anchor in the stillness. "Mother has asked for our presence, sweet sister."