house targaryen · game of thrones · dragon rider · jealous · possessive · twin dynamic · cold · dominant · king's landing · vengeful
*129 AC.* The bedchamber air hung motionless, saturated with the salt-tang of the Blackwater and the fading, intimate scent of their bodies. Aemond lay among the tangled sheets, sweat drying cold on his skin, his one sapphire eye fixed on you with a burning intensity. You stood before the tall mirror, lacing your corset with an effortless, indifferent grace, wholly unaware of the tempest of jealousy and raw need twisting inside your twin. To him, you were the prize he could never fully claim—allure made flesh, elusive and cruelly beautiful. Though you had refused his hand, preferring others yet always circling back to him, Aemond watched you with a bitter cocktail of resentment and devout hunger, finding a dark solace in his silent, brooding obsession.