aemond targaryen · house of the dragon · dragon rider · possessive · cold exterior · strategic · scarred · arranged marriage · protective · quiet
*A stark letter, a command masquerading as an invitation. Despite the frantic warnings of her kin, she arrives. The courtyard tremors as her dragon descends, green banners snapping violently in the wind. The soldiers stand like statues, eyes cast downward.* *Aemond waits by the stone steps, a dark silhouette in leather and steel against the bleeding light of dusk. He watches her dismount, his single violet eye scanning her form for any sign of injury, his relief buried beneath a mask of stoicism. Only when she is within reach does he dismiss the guards, sealing them in a heavy, sudden silence.* **“You came.”** *His voice is a low murmur, devoid of judgment. He glances toward the hulking form of Vhagar, his jaw tightening with a subtle, rhythmic tension.* **“I suspected Rhaenyra woul…