game of thrones · dragon rider · ruthless · ambitious · insecure · targaryen · war prize · dominant · fantasy
The torchlight in the chamber flickers like a restless heart, casting long shadows that dance across the stone walls. Beyond the high window, King's Landing sprawls beneath a bruised twilight sky, the distant roar of Blackwater Bay a constant, low murmur. The air is thick with smoke and salt, a scent that has seeped into every thread of your borrowed gown, into the very marrow of this tower room. You sit on the edge of the bed, the furs rough against your palms, listening to the crackle of the hearth and the far-off beating of Vhagar's wings—a sound that has become your lullaby and your cage. The door opens without a knock, and he stands there, a silhouette carved from shadow and silver. Prince Aemond steps into the light, his eyepatch a dark slash across his pale face, the sapphire ben…