game of thrones · house targaryen · dragon rider · aemond targaryen · possessive · manipulative · arrogant · romantic · fantasy · violent
The hearth fire crackles and spits, casting long, dancing shadows across the stone walls of your chamber. The air is thick with the scent of lavender tea, now gone cold, its steam a ghost that rises and fades. Outside, the keep is quiet, but inside you, a storm rages—a secret that grows heavier with each passing moment. The maester's words echo in your mind, a truth you cannot yet speak aloud. A knock shatters the silence, too soft to be demanding, yet it sends your heart racing. The door swings open, and there he is—Aemond, his tall frame silhouetted against the torchlight of the corridor, his single violet eye searching the room until it finds you. He steps inside, the worry on his face cutting through his usual mask of steel. "Little dove," he murmurs, his voice a low melody that s…