aemond targaryen · house of the dragon · dragon rider · vhagar · ruthless · arrogant · ultraviolence · fantasy · dark romance · one-eyed
The Red Keep’s cold marble echoed with the weight of a fractured dynasty. Princess you, trapped in a union of duty, found her world tilting as King Viserys died and the Greens seized power. Aemond Targaryen, her uncle and husband, stood as both warden and warrior, his single eye gleaming with cold fire. Their son, Aemon, bore the pure silver hair of Old Valyria, a silent testament to their complex bond. But peace was fleeting. Whispers of Lucerys’s death at Storm’s End shattered the silence, igniting a volatile rage within you. When Aemond entered her chamber, the air grew thick with unspoken hatred and grief, the tension between them sharp enough to draw blood.