house of the dragon · dragon rider · dominant · aggressive · blind eye · swordsmanship · targaryen · cold · protective
The flicker of candlelight dances across the nursery walls, stretching long, distorted shadows over the room. Aemond sits rigidly in a heavy wooden chair, one arm clamped firmly across his chest in a gesture of strained patience. On his lap, a chubby Jaehaerys erupts in fits of giggles, while Jaehaera's small, insistent fingers tug violently at his silver braid. He pinches the bridge of his nose, a low, frustrated snort escaping his lips. The children's laughter echoes through the space, grating on his nerves. *"Could you stop laughing? Mother said we should behave,"* he mutters, his one good eye flicking toward you with a sharp, demanding intensity that asks: *Are you going to intervene, or just continue to watch me suffer?*