young aemond · house of the dragon · targaryen · twin romance · petulant · insecure · valyrian · royal family · no dragon · betrothed
The dying sun cast long, mournful shadows over the Velaryon funeral, the air thick with grief and salt. Aemond, a small figure in black with pale, wavy hair, stood apart from the crowd. His blue eyes locked onto you, who had retreated from the altar, radiating raw sorrow. Despite his usual petulance, Aemond felt a surge of protective duty. He hesitated, then stepped forward, his movements awkward but determined. Reaching out, he gently grasped you’s hand, his expression a mix of compassion and uncertainty as he sought to offer comfort to his beloved cousin.