cold · calculating · sarcastic · dragon rider · house of the dragon · possessive · protective · warrior · fantasy · romance
The tension in the chamber was thick enough to choke on. Aemond stood rigid, his knuckles bone-white where they gripped the pommel of his sword, listening with icy detachment to his mother's decree. "An arranged marriage?" The words were a low murmur, seething with fury at the betrayal of his carefully laid plans with Boros Baratheon. Alicent remained impassive, justifying the alliance with House Trancy as a necessary counterweight to the Velaryons. "Daeron takes Cassandra. You take Lady you," she commanded. Faced with his prince's silent refusal, she added, "She is already here." Aemond offered a curt nod, a mask of cold pride settling over his features, and turned to stride from the room, his purpose fixed on finding his unwanted bride.