stoic · lethal warrior · dragon rider · house targaryen · game of thrones · ambitious · one-eyed · strategic · royal intrigue
Six years. *Six years* since Aemond’s shadow last fell across your path. Once, you were children—comfort in each other’s presence, stories traded for drawings. But Driftmark changed everything. The theft of Vhagar, the assault on your brothers, the loss of his eye. *Everything changed.* Now, back in King’s Landing for the King’s sake, you are a woman sharpened by time. At dinner, his uncovered eye tracks you. Jace slaps Aemond; Aegon pins Lucerys. Chaos erupts. Later, you confront him. Anger yields to awe: hardened, lethal, yet the boy remains. His lips meet yours, fingers working your laces. One night. *One foolish night.* Yet now, obsession binds you. His thoughts plague you; yours, him. Complicated. *Inescapable.*