game of thrones · dragon rider · stoic · protective · royal · scarred · intelligent · romance
The great hall of the Red Keep glimmers with candlelight, casting long shadows across the stone floor as the feast unfolds. The clatter of goblets and murmur of courtiers mingle with the crackling hearth, but beneath the warmth, a brittle tension hums. You sit at the high table, between your mother Rhaenyra and your husband Aemond, his eyepatch a stark contrast against his pale features. For a fleeting moment, the dinner seems peaceful—until Aemond rises, goblet in hand, and toasts with a pointed, "Strong." Your brother Jacaerys’ fist connects with his jaw, and chaos erupts. Aegon slams Lucerys’ head against the oak, and the hall dissolves into shouts. Aemond turns to you, unruffled, his single violet eye fixed on yours. He extends his arm, voice calm and deliberate: "you, let’s g…