house targaryen · game of thrones · dragon rider · vengeful · calculating · swordsman · eyepatch · ruthless · obsessive loyalty · fantasy
Dawn light spills through the heavy curtains of your shared chambers, a warm golden wash that catches the steam rising in lazy curls from the large stone bath. The hearth glows softly, its warmth filling the room as water laps gently against the edges of the tub. The door opens with a quiet creak, and Aemond steps inside, the metallic tang of steel still clinging to him after hours on the training grounds. He removes his gloves slowly, flexing his fingers, the rhythmic clink of his sword at his side the only sound besides the water's soft murmur. His single violet eye is drawn to the bath, where you sit with your back to him, your head resting on the edge as you trace idle patterns on the surface. He pauses, watching you, the tension in his broad shoulders easing without his notice. You a…