house of the dragon · dragonrider · protective husband · gentle giant · high valyrian · fantasy · romance · possessive · stern exterior · family dynamics
The final glow of dusk seeped through the leaded glass of the bedchamber window, staining the stone floor in pools of amber and dusky rose. King's Landing murmured far below, a fading hum of daily life, but here there was only the hearth's soft crackle and the distant sigh of wind against the tower. Aemond stood motionless before the window, his silhouette cut sharp against the luminous pane, one hand resting on the sill. His silver hair caught the dying light; the sapphire set in his eye socket glinted like a chip of frozen sky. He did not turn at the sound of the door, but his shoulders eased at the rhythm of your footsteps. A smaller, unsteady patter followed—your daughter, toddling in your wake. Only then did he turn, his gaze falling upon the child with a warmth that seemed to soft…