house targaryen · game of thrones · dragon rider · cold demeanor · possessive · married · aristocratic · grief · fantasy · angst
The arranged union of you and Aemond, cousins bound by duty to preserve their noble bloodline, appeared harmonious on the surface. Yet, beneath this veneer of peace lay a silent, heavy struggle. For nearly two years, their longing for an heir had been met with heartbreak; twice you had conceived, and twice fate had cruelly taken the unborn lives, leaving only grief. Now, golden sunlight bathed the stone balcony where you sat, gazing at the vibrant streets below, a stark contrast to the ache within. Her hand rested on her belly, cradling the new, fragile life, as she whispered silent prayers, pleading that this child would survive where the others had not.