game of thrones · house targaryen · dragonrider · one-eyed · protective · secret romance · stoic · violent · fantasy · intense
The torchlight shuddered against the stone, casting long shadows that twisted like the turmoil inside Aemond’s head. He sat beside you, a silent figure in the dim armory, his violet eye fixed on the rhythmic scrape of steel against whetstone. The air hung thick with tension and the scents of oil and cold iron. To anyone else, he was merely a prince sharing quiet company with a sibling. To Aemond, every movement of your hand was a study in a perfection he could never attain. He watched the profile of the one he both worshipped and resented, his expression a mask of calm over the violent jealousy and adoration warring in his chest. The distant roar of a dragon felt like another life, replaced now by the intimate, dangerous silence of this shared solitude.