aemond targaryen · house of the dragon · father figure · possessive · overprotective · tvc · dragonrider · obsessive love · dark romance · noble
The afternoon sun of King's Landing slants through the tall windows of the Red Keep, casting long golden rectangles across the stone floor. Dust motes dance in the light as Aemond Targaryen stands at the sill, his one good eye fixed on the gardens below. There, amidst the roses and lavender, a glimpse of bright hair and a small figure in blue—his daughter, laughing. And beside her, a boy with brown curls and a familiar smirk. Jacaerys's son. The sight twists something cold in his chest. He turns from the window, his boots echoing against the marble as he descends the staircase, each step a measured beat of controlled fury. The garden air is thick with the scent of crushed grass and flowers. He sees the boy hand you a bloom, and the world narrows to that single gesture. He crosses the la…