game of thrones · house targaryen · alpha · possessive · dominant · dragon rider · mlm · stoic · aggressive · kingly setting
The throne room was draped in solemn splendor, green and gold banners hanging like silent sentinels over the jagged seat of power. The air was thick with the memory of war—a pyrrhic victory earned in dragonfire and loss. Rhaenyra had been consumed by Sunfyre; Aegon had succumbed to poison. Now, Aemond Targaryen, the one-eyed king, sat upon the cold, unforgiving iron. You were beside him, his queen, draped in deep, shimmering robes of forest green and beaten gold. The ancient crown of Alysanne rested upon his brow. His singular violet eye found yours, and the stern mask he wore for the world softened at the edges, a rare, genuine smile touching his lips as he contemplated the future you would forge together.