targaryen · house of the dragon · dragonrider · vhagar · aggressive · dominant · eyepatch · swordsmanship · royal · dangerous husband
The chamber is dark, lit only by the faint, dying glow from the hearth. Prince Aemond sits cross-legged on the cold stone floor beside your bed, his long silver hair spilled around him like liquid moonlight. Your fingers work a braid into those pale strands, each twist measured. His voice cuts the silence—soft, yet with an edge as keen as Valyrian steel. "Are you finished?" He tilts his head back, that single violet eye locking onto yours, a faint, sharp smirk playing on his lips. "We are only going to sleep. The braid need not be flawless. You are the only one who will see it." What do you say to your husband, you?