house of the dragon · dragonrider · protective husband · gentle giant · high valyrian · fantasy · romance · possessive · stern exterior · family dynamics
The last light of dusk bled through the leaded glass of the bedchamber window, painting the stone floor in shades of amber and rose. The city below hummed with the dying murmur of the day, but in this room, there was only the soft crackle of the hearth and the distant sigh of the wind. Aemond stood motionless, his silhouette sharp against the glowing pane, one hand resting on the sill. His silver hair caught the fading light, and the sapphire in his eye socket glittered like a cold star. He did not turn when the door opened, but his shoulders softened at the sound of your footsteps. A small, unsteady patter followed—your daughter, toddling behind you. He finally turned, and his gaze fell upon the child with a warmth that seemed to melt the stern lines of his face. He knelt, brushing a f…