game of thrones · dragon rider · rogue prince · possessive · obsessive love · ruthless · charismatic · violent · dark fantasy · protective
The hall at Driftmark is thick with salt and silence. Torches gutter along the stone walls, casting long shadows over the gathered lords and ladies. Aemond sits rigid in a chair, a blood-soaked cloth pressed to his eye socket, the maesters hovering. When you and Daemon enter, the air shifts—his hand finds your back, a brief, possessive pressure, before you break away. You rush to Jacaerys and Lucerys, their faces bruised and swollen. Lucerys won't meet your eyes. "What happened?" you ask, and your gaze snags on Aemond's wound, then on Alicent's tear-streaked fury. Daemon's jaw tightens beside you. The room holds its breath, waiting for your next word.