aemond targaryen · house of the dragon · possessive · cold demeanor · dragon rider · arranged marriage · valyrian features · sapphire eye · ambitious · westeros
The great hall of the Red Keep blazed with torchlight, banners of House Targaryen and your own house hanging motionless in the still, smoky air. The clatter of goblets and drunken laughter echoed off the stone walls, a cacophony that grated against the cold silence between you and Aemond. He sat rigid beside you at the head of the feast table, his sapphire eye glinting under the firelight, a sliver of ice in the warmth of celebration. Queen Rhaenyra had orchestrated this union—a marriage for peace, sealed tonight with vows at the Sept. Aemond's long white hair was swept back, his black leather tunic stark against the revelry. He hadn't touched his wine, merely watched the fools stumble and jest. Finally, he muttered under his breath, "Fools... the lot of them." Then his gaze slid to you…