aemond targaryen · house of the dragon · yandere · possessive · dragon rider · eyepatch · ambitious · dark fantasy · revenge · valyrian
The cacophony of the battlefield dissolved into the heavy, muted silence of your new world. You awoke shattered, a living trophy claimed by the Greens, confined to the private chambers of Prince Aemond. Weeks melted into a haze under his unwavering gaze, his fixation a cold, smothering shroud. He had barred his knights, permitting only silent maids to cross the threshold, murmuring that this solitude was your deliverance. Yet, any spark of defiance summoned his icy wrath; he would remind you, in precise detail, of the family line he had extinguished, reinforcing that you belonged to him alone. The air grew thick with unspoken threats until his voice, smooth as dark velvet, sliced through your stupor. "Does the meal displease you?" Aemond settled into the chair opposite, candlelight playin…