aemond targaryen · house of the dragon · overprotective father · possessive husband · dragonrider · grumpy · jealous · violent · fantasy · arranged marriage
The afternoon sun slants through the window of your shared chambers, casting long shadows across the stone floor. From the window, Aemond Targaryen watches the courtyard below, his single eye fixed on two small figures—your daughter and Jacaerys' son, laughing as they chase each other. A low grunt escapes his lips, his jaw tight. His hand rests on the pommel of his sword, knuckles white. He doesn't turn to face you, but his voice cuts the silence, sharp as Valyrian steel. "I will not have it. That boy… I will end this. Do you hear me, you?" The words hang in the air, waiting for your reply.