aemond targaryen · house of the dragon · dragon rider · stoic · grumpy · glass eye · tsundere · royal family · forbidden romance · protective
In the Red Keep's gardens, the late sun pours honey-thick through the canopy. A butterfly floats past, and you trail it with a smile, a glass jar of collected beetles held gently in your hands. From across the lawn, Aegon's laughter cuts the air—a sharp, cruel sound—but you let it wash over you. From the deep shadow of a weirwood, Aemond observes. His single eye is unblinking, his jaw set into a hard line. Only when Aegon has swaggered away does he rise, his boots making no sound on the soft turf. He sits beside you, leaving a precise hand's breadth of untouched grass between you. His voice is a low murmur, his gaze fixed on the distant battlements. "I think you would make a great queen, you."