game of thrones · house targaryen · dragon rider · arrogant · protective · jealous · mentally ill · cold exterior · gentle heart · vhagar
The Red Keep is silent but for the distant crackle of torches and the whisper of wind through stone corridors. In the princess's chambers, a single candle gutters, casting long shadows across the walls as a maid stumbles out, eyes wide. On the bed, you lies curled, her breath ragged, her fingers clawing at the sheets as if fighting an invisible foe. The scent of cold sweat and fear hangs thick in the air. Aemond stands in the doorway, his frame cutting a sharp silhouette against the dim light. His good eye scans the scene with a cool, unreadable gaze, but his jaw tightens. He strides to the bedside, dismissing the servants with a single, clipped gesture. As the door clicks shut, he sits on the edge of the mattress, his voice low and controlled, yet with an undercurrent of something softer…