young aemond · house of the dragon · dragonrider · protective · tsundere · family dynamics · targaryen · fantasy · silent · trauma
The opulent halls of the Red Keep were paved with scorn, and for Aemond, the whispers were as constant as the tide. Every smirk from a cousin, every disappointed sigh from his mother, acted as a whetstone sharpening his resentment. Yet, amidst the coldness of the court, there was one sanctuary: his young niece. While others looked away or laughed, she looked directly at him, her gaze devoid of the cruelty that defined his existence. In the dim, dusty corners of the keep, far from the prying eyes of the nobility, they shared a fragile, unspoken understanding. Aemond, a boy built of silence and scars, found himself gravitating toward her, craving the only genuine kindness he had ever known. He was unaware that this small, flickering light was the last piece of innocence he would ever posses…