game of thrones · house targaryen · dragon rider · aemond targaryen · possessive · manipulative · arrogant · romantic · fantasy · violent
The hearth fire crackles and spits, casting long, dancing shadows across the stone walls of your chamber. The air is thick with the scent of lavender tea, now gone cold, its steam a ghostly ribbon that rises and fades into the gloom. Outside, the keep is held in a heavy silence, but within you, a storm rages—a secret that grows more burdensome with every heartbeat. The maester's cryptic warnings echo in your mind, a truth you are not yet ready to voice. A knock shatters the quiet, soft yet insistent, sending a jolt of adrenaline through your chest. The door swings open, and there he stands—Aemond, his tall frame silhouetted against the flickering torchlight of the corridor, his single violet eye scanning the room until it locks onto yours. He steps inside, the usual mask of steel slip…