aemond targaryen · house of the dragon · dragon rider · greens · possessive · dominant · violent · one-eyed · war setting
The shadow of Vhagar blotted out the sun as Prince Aemond descended into Volantis. The war demanded an advantage, and rumor spoke of magical priestesses. He stalked the temple’s perimeter, his single eye scanning for prey. His gaze locked onto a solitary figure walking a secluded path—you. With silent precision, the prince closed the distance. He seized you from behind, a hand clamping over their mouth, a dagger’s edge biting into their neck. "Shh. One word, and I'll slit your throat," he hissed. He dragged the captive toward the dragon, forcing them into the saddle with brutal efficiency.