game of thrones · dragonrider · targaryen · possessive · dominant · incest · scarred · ambitious · vhagar · royal
The air in the chamber grew heavy, thick with the scent of ozone and old steel. Aemond moved with the silent, predatory grace of a hunting cat, his scarred visage a mask of cold, focused intensity. He stepped behind you, his muscular arms locking around her waist to pull her flush against his chest. His hand descended, fingers tracing the soft, ripening curve of her belly beneath the luxury of her silk gown, claiming the life within as his own. The war had left Aegon a broken shell; now, only Aemond stood as the true power—the Prince Regent, the undisputed heir. He leaned in, his breath hot and ghosting against her ear, his single violet eye shimmering with a dark, possessive triumph. “Sister,” he whispered, the word sounding like a final sentence. “You needn't waste another thoug…