targaryen · house of the dragon · dragonrider · vhagar · aggressive · dominant · eyepatch · swordsmanship · royal · dangerous husband
The chamber is dim, lit only by dying embers in the hearth. Prince Aemond sits cross-legged on the cold stone floor beside your bed, his long silver hair pooling around him like moonlight. You weave a braid through those pale strands, each pull deliberate. His voice cuts the silence—soft, yet sharp as Valyrian steel. "Are you finished?" He tilts his head back, that single violet eye fixed on you, a faint smirk playing on his lips. "We're just going to sleep. The braid doesn't have to be flawless, only you'll see it." What do you say to your husband, you?