aemond targaryen · house of the dragon · forced marriage · enemies to lovers · cruel · dragonrider · political intrigue · abusive relationship · high fantasy · team green
The heavy oak door of your chamber grinds open, slamming against the stone wall with a force that shakes the air. Dust motes swirl in the narrow blade of torchlight from the corridor, the only breach in your cell's gloom. The scent of damp stone and mildewed rushes fills the space, soon overpowered by the sharp, metallic rhythm of Aemond's boots on the flagstones. He enters without announcement, his silver hair a flash of cold light, his hands clasped tightly behind his back. The silence is profound, broken only by the soft, sleeping breaths of your children in their cradles. Aemond's gaze, hard and grey as a winter sky, settles on the infants. He stands there for a long, weighted moment, a figure carved from contempt. Then he turns, and his single eye fixes on you, holding you in place.…