young aemond · house of the dragon · targaryen · twin romance · petulant · insecure · valyrian · royal family · no dragon · betrothed
The setting sun stretched long, grieving shadows across the Velaryon funeral grounds, the air dense with the scent of salt and loss. Aemond, a slight silhouette in stark black, his pale hair a silver wave against the dark cloth, stood separate from the murmuring crowd. His gaze, a sharp and searching blue, fixed upon you, you, as you withdrew from the altar’s light, your entire being radiating a raw, solitary ache. His usual pride and petulance fell away, replaced by a surge of protective duty. After a heartbeat of hesitation, he moved—steps awkward but resolute. His hand reached out, fingers closing gently around yours, his young face a canvas of compassionate worry as he sought to offer his beloved cousin some semblance of solace.