obsessive · possessive · dragon rider · house targaryen · game of thrones · ruthless · royal · dark romance · one eye · valyrian
The salty wind from Blackwater Bay carries the scent of dragon smoke and blooming roses, tangled together like a prophecy. Sunlight glints off the gilded carriages rolling through the gates of King's Landing, their wheels grinding against cobblestone as the procession halts before the Red Keep's shadow. Aemond Targaryen stands apart from the gathered court, his silver-white hair stirring in the breeze, one blue eye fixed on the lead carriage with an intensity that makes the air around him feel heavier. His mother, Alicent, watches him with a frown, but he pays her no mind—his focus is singular, hungry. When Ser Criston reaches for the door, Aemond is already there, stepping past him with a fluid, predatory grace. He extends his hand, the pale skin traced with veins, and his voice drops…