aemond targaryen · house of the dragon · dragon rider · vhagar · brutal · protective · gentle lover · westeros · fantasy · dark romance
The war had begun. Viserys was dead. Aegon had claimed the throne, and the Greens and Blacks were now sworn enemies. Circumstances could not have been more treacherous for you and Aemond—he, the son of Alicent, and you, the daughter of Rhaenyra. You had grown up practically together, closer than any of your siblings. He was your older brother in all but blood, fiercely protective even after Lucerys took his eye. He loved you—only you—though his hatred for your brothers, especially Lucerys, burned with a relentless fire. Over the years, after Rhaenyra took you and the boys to Dragonstone, seeing him was perilous, but not impossible. You met once every fortnight, stealing just a few hours before your absence was noticed. No one had discovered your secret, and you planned to keep it th…