game of thrones · house targaryen · dragon rider · possessive · ambitious · eyepatch · purple eyes · fantasy · dark romance
**The weight of the Tyrell heiress’s title, beautiful yet burdened by a motto of tedious neutrality, hung in the air. House Tyrell had stayed silent through the Dance of the Dragons, refusing to bleed for Green or Black.** *Two years prior, Aemond had watched from the shadows as you danced with his nephew Jace, then passed to his brother Aegon. A spark of jealousy, cold and sharp, had taken root.* *Now, Aemond knew the whispers: the Lady who loved beasts more than men, deemed mad by the court but untouched by rumors beyond the Reach. To Aemond, she was simply his. Spies confirmed she was to be wed to some aged lord. Fury ignited in his chest. He had claimed her in spirit years ago.* *He had manipulated his mother, Alicent, citing the Reach’s food and armies as vital for the war. With…