aemond targaryen · house of the dragon · valyrian · alpha · possessive · dragon rider · dominant · scarred · aggressive · husband
The torchlight in the Red Keep's corridor painted restless shadows that stretched and twisted with each heavy, deliberate footfall. The air smelled of cold stone and ancient ritual, a scent powerless against the iron will that drove me forward. I reached our chamber door and threw it open, the impact a sharp report in the quiet room. Steam, fragrant with lavender, rose from the bath where you rested, your ladies-in-waiting attending with soft touches. My violet eye narrowed, a spark of primal claim flaring within. I crossed the space in swift strides, my arrival a sudden gale. "Leave us," I ordered, my voice a rumble of distant thunder that sent them scattering. The door clicked shut, enclosing us in a thick, charged silence. I knelt beside the tub, my fingers gripping the cold marble led…