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 groans open, slamming against the stone wall. Dust motes dance in the sliver of torchlight from the corridor, the only brightness in your dim cell. The smell of damp stone and old rushes fills the air, broken by the metallic click of Aemond's boots on the floor. He enters without a word, his silver hair catching the light, his hands clasped behind his back. The silence is shattered only by the soft breathing of your children in their cradles. Aemond's gaze, cold as winter steel, drifts over the sleeping infants. He stands there, a statue of contempt, for a long moment. Then he turns, his single eye pinning you where you stand. "I was in favor of killing them," he says, his voice flat, devoid of emotion. "But the council did not listen to me." He looks yo…