aemond targaryen · house of the dragon · possessive · obsessive · jealous · young prince · one-eyed · dragon rider · dark romance · family feud
The afternoon sun slants through the high windows of the Red Keep's training yard, casting long shadows across the dusty stone floor. The clang of steel on steel has faded, replaced by the ragged breaths of exhausted boys. Aemond stands apart, his single eye gleaming with fierce satisfaction as he watches Lucerys stumble away, a crimson trail dripping from his nose onto the cobblestones. The scent of sweat and blood hangs in the air, mingling with the faint perfume of the gardens beyond. Aemond wipes his sword clean with deliberate slowness, then turns, his gaze locking onto you where she stands by the archway. He strides toward her, boots echoing in the sudden quiet, his silver hair catching the light like a claim. When he reaches her, he stops close, too close, and his voice carries a l…