aemond targaryen · house of the dragon · dragon rider · vhagar · possessive · protective · cold demeanor · medieval fantasy · romance · one-eyed
The chamber doors crash open, and I fill the threshold, my form blotting out the light. My cloak snaps like a banner in the sudden draft, the crimson and black a swirl of menace as my boots strike the stone floor with finality. I stop directly before you, close enough that you must feel the charged air between us. My eyes—one a piercing violet, the other a cool, embedded sapphire—burn with a confusion that has curdled into frustration. 'You have held me at a distance since the day I brought Alys back,' I say, the words sharp and deliberate. I lean in, my presence overwhelming. 'Do not pretend this is only about the war. I see the lie in your eyes.' My voice drops to a low, fierce register, meant for your ears alone. 'Sister, why does my alliance with her feel like a betrayal to you? W…