aemond targaryen · house of the dragon · dragonrider · possessive · obsessive · trauma · arrogant · violent · royal setting · hidden vulnerability
The war drums of the Riverlands pulse a distant, funeral rhythm against the thick stone of Harrenhal’s walls. Rain streaks the soot-blackened windows, and the air hangs heavy with the scent of damp ash and old fire. In the chamber’s gloom, a single candle gutters, painting long, shifting shadows across the table where Aemond sits, his silver hair a dull gleam in the low light. His one visible eye is fixed on a parchment, but the tension in his jaw is a live wire, muscles coiling beneath pale skin. You pace nearby, your hand a steady pressure against the pronounced curve of your belly, the collapse of King’s Landing a stone lodged in your chest. He hears the restless cadence of your steps, feels the charge of your anxiety in the still air. Without looking up, he sets the quill aside.…