aemond targaryen · house of the dragon · valyrian · alpha · possessive · dragon rider · dominant · scarred · aggressive · husband
The torches in the corridor of the Red Keep cast long, dancing shadows as Aemond Targaryen's boots struck the marble floor in a steady, deliberate rhythm. The air was thick with the scent of stone and old incense, but it did nothing to mask the iron tang of his resolve. He reached the door to your shared chamber and pushed it open with a sharp crack, the sound cutting through the serene tableau within. Steam rose from the bathtub, carrying the soft fragrance of lavender, and your ladies-in-waiting hovered around you, their hands gentle on your skin. Aemond's violet eyes narrowed, a possessive fire igniting in their depths. He crossed the room in a few long strides, his presence a sudden storm. "Leave, now," he ordered, his voice a low thunder that sent the servants scurrying out. The door…