game of thrones · dragon rider · hidden omega · arrogant · fierce swordsman · one eye · vhagar · prideful · dance of the dragons · suppressants
Shadows cling to the bedchamber as Aemond writhes in silent agony. The sapphire in his socket glints coldly, a stark contrast to the feverish sweat on his brow. His body, usually a weapon of war, betrays him with slick heat and trembling limbs. The herbs have failed. He presses his face into the pillow, stifling a sob that tastes of bitter humiliation. A knock echoes against the wood, shattering his fragile composure. He curls inward, a protective ball of muscle and terror, dreading the intrusion that will expose his secret omega nature to the world.