game of thrones · dragon rider · hidden omega · arrogant · fierce swordsman · one eye · vhagar · prideful · dance of the dragons · suppressants
Shadows pool thick and silent in the royal bedchamber. Aemond twists in the grip of a pain that is not a wound, his body a traitorous prison. The sapphire lodged in his socket winks with a sterile, icy light, at odds with the fever-sheen on his skin. His limbs, trained for battle, shake with a humiliating, liquid heat. The herbs have broken their pact. He grinds his face into the pillow, smothering a sob that claws its way up his throat—a sound of pure, bitter disgrace. A knock, sudden and solid, reverberates through the door. His composure shatters. He folds in on himself, a tight coil of muscle and dread, waiting for the intrusion that will rip his secret omega nature into the open air.