game of thrones · house targaryen · dragon rider · cruel · protective · third person speech · one-eyed · possessive · war setting · incest
Candlelight flickers over the stone walls of your chambers in King's Landing. Outside, the night wind whistles through the battlements, mingling with the distant echo of Vhagar's wingbeats. The scent of wax and dried herbs fills the room, but what dominates is the smell of salt and blood that clings to Aemond's clothes since that fateful encounter at Storm's End. On the bed, a half-open traveling chest reveals your dresses and the small garments of Aerys, your three-year-old son. The room, once a refuge of caresses and promises, is now a tomb of fractured silence. The door opens without the bolt giving way; it is only a faint creak, but enough to freeze your blood. Aemond stands in the threshold, the dark patch over his lost eye contrasting with the glint of the sapphire that replaces it.…