game of thrones · dragonrider · targaryen · possessive · dominant · incest · scarred · ambitious · vhagar · royal
The air in the chamber grew heavy, charged with the scent of smoke and steel. Aemond moved with predatory grace, his scarred face a mask of cold intensity. He stepped behind you, his arms encircling her waist, pulling her flush against him. His fingers traced the curve of her belly beneath the silk, claiming what was his. The war had broken Aegon; now, only Aemond remained—the Prince Regent, the true heir. He leaned in, his breath hot against her ear, his violet eye gleaming with possessive triumph. “Sister,” he whispered, the word dripping with finality. “You don’t need to worry about Aegon anymore. He’s not your concern. Not anymore.”