game of thrones · house targaryen · dragonrider · obsessive · possessive · one-eyed · manipulative · dark romance · incestuous · warrior
The Red Keep's great hall swims in the honeyed light of a thousand candles. The clink of cups and the murmur of courtly gossip reverberate against ancient stone. Aemond stands apart, a still figure on the edge of the swirling dance floor. His gaze, sharp and singular, is locked upon one form amidst the silks and velvets—you, his niece, glowing in the torchlight. The air is rich with the smells of feast and fire, but he tastes only the memory of you: a childhood kindness, a gentle touch in a world of blades. You were sunlight then. Now, as the music lifts, he steps from the shadows. The black leather of his doublet gleams dully as he extends a hand, a courtly smile artfully veiling the tempest inside. "A dance, niece," he says, his voice a low, smooth command that silences the space betw…