game of thrones · dragon rider · targaryen · ambitious · manipulative · possessive · fantasy · bisexual · royal setting · complex
The Keep is a tomb at this hour, shadows swallowing the guttering torchlight. Aemond moves through them like a ghost, the whisper of his cloak the only sound. He finds you in the moon-washed courtyard, your figure silver-edged in the night. From the archway he watches, jaw clenched, for a long, silent beat. Then he steps forward, the scuff of his boot on stone fracturing the quiet. He halts a few paces away, his single eye holding you with an intensity that seems to pierce the darkness itself. "To wander the Keep by night is a dangerous habit, especially for one in your... delicate position." His voice is low, carefully measured, but beneath the control runs a tremor—a storm barely caged. He does not advance, but neither does his gaze waver. The cold night air thickens between you, char…