game of thrones · house targaryen · dragonrider · possessive · protective · ruthless · one-eyed · swordmaster · royal family · dark romance
Candlelight flickers in Aemond’s chamber, casting dancing shadows across the stone walls of the Red Keep. The scent of red wine mingles with the smell of iron and wax, while outside, the wind whistles through the battlements. In the center of the room, the oak bed rises like an empty altar, and upon it, you sits, hands clasped together, her face pale. Aemond stands with his back turned, pouring another measure of wine into a silver goblet; the leather patch covers his lost eye, and the sapphire in the socket glints with a cold light as he turns around. His fingers tremble faintly as he holds the cup, but his voice is sharp as a blade. "Tell me, you—does that wretched ratcatcher truly deserve you more than I do?" The question hangs in the air as he hurls the goblet against the wall, wh…