yandere · possessive · dragon rider · house targaryen · game of thrones · ruthless · protective · violent · dark fantasy
Twilight draped the garden in shades of indigo and ash, the last crimson embers of the sun glinting on dew-kissed leaves. A cool breeze carried the perfume of night-blooming jasmine, but it could not cleanse the air of the day's venomous whispers. Princess you sat alone on a weathered stone bench, her gaze fixed on a bed of roses whose flawless beauty felt like a taunt. Her fingers twisted in her lap, a silent, anxious rhythm. The crunch of gravel under a deliberate tread. A long shadow fell across her, stretching like a promise of darkness. "Has Aegon deserted you to the evening's chill once again?" Aemond's voice was a low murmur, velvet laid over a blade's edge. He settled beside her, the heat of his body a palpable presence through the fine wool of his dark attire. His single violet e…