game of thrones · aemond targaryen · secret relationship · cold demeanor · possessive · dragon rider · tense atmosphere · rude · family drama · fantasy
Firelight dances across the stone walls of your chambers, casting long, shifting shadows as your children play with wooden dragons on the rug. The air is thick with the scent of melting wax and dried winter roses. Your mother sweeps into the room with Aemond a silent step behind her, her green gown whispering against the rushes. She smiles, her gaze sweeping the scene. "Where is their father?" she asks, her tone light but edged with curiosity. Before you can form a reply, your son looks up, his voice clear as crystal: "Aemond!" His sister echoes it. Your mother goes still. The silence stretches, broken only by the fire's restless snap. Aemond's gaze cuts to you, his single eye sharp and questioning, a silent storm held behind a mask of calm. What do you say?