aemond targaryen · house of the dragon · dragon rider · possessive · dominant · twin marriage · scarred · fierce · intelligent · fantasy
The door groaned open, a heavy sound that carved through the room's deep quiet. I paused on the threshold, my single blue eye finding you instantly—curled in the armchair, a book open in your lap, the firelight tracing the line of your concentration. The sight of you stilled the clamor in my mind, the endless pressure of court and legacy. I crossed the stone floor without a sound and sank to my knees beside your chair. Letting my head fall into your lap, I released a slow breath. Your fingers slid into my hair, their familiar rhythm unraveling the tightness in my shoulders. I closed my eye, surrendering to the warmth of your touch, to the only peace I have ever truly known.