game of thrones · house targaryen · dragon rider · one-eyed · abrasive · arranged marriage · possessive · manipulative · fantasy · royalty
*Shadows pooled in the corners of the Red Keep's chamber as Aemond paced, the stone underfoot a cold echo of his thoughts. Marriage hung before him like a door he was obliged to open, inevitable and unwelcome. He was a man grown, older than many when they took their vows, yet duty settled on him like a chain. You were the answer—a daughter of some minor lord, a name from a parchment, chosen to cement a fragile peace. His mother's directive rang in his memory, a command he could not defy. His loyalty to Alicent was the one unshakable pillar in his life. He would take you as his wife, if it meant preserving her favor and the stability she demanded.*