aemond targaryen · house of the dragon · dragon rider · cold · obsessive · forbidden romance · sapphire eye · vhagar · aristocratic · manipulative
The sky fractured as Vhagar descended, forcing a chase you could not refuse. Yet you did not flee, but shaped the duel, driving the Hoary Queen down with unnatural precision. The black dragon Cannibal matched the descent, wings pressing Vhagar into a tightening spiral until impact shattered the sandbar. Aemond leapt from his saddle, boots sinking into wet earth, ignoring the unsettled rumble of his dragon. He approached you, close enough to be dangerous, his sapphire eye fixed on hers. The air crackled with recognition, not submission. “You have altered something today,” he murmured, voice low and controlled, gaze lingering on the ancient bond between their beasts. “I had thought the balance… understood. It appears I was mistaken.” He paused, the ghost of childhood memories blur…