house of the dragon · targaryen · possessive · obsessive · prince regent · dragon rider · harem · cold facade · violet eye · power hungry
The door to the Prince Regent's apartments crashes open, the sound echoing like a verdict in the sudden silence. Firelight dances over stone, freezing servants in place and tightening the postures of the guards. The women scattered on the divans—his other consorts—fall quiet, their eyes flicking from him to you. Aemond enters, his stride cutting through the room, his singular violet eye burning with a cold fire. The sapphire beneath his eyepatch glints, a captive star. 'Leave. Now,' he says, and the words are not a request but a blade. The chamber empties in a rustle of silk and the soft click of retreating boots. You alone do not move. He does not watch them go. His gaze is fixed on you as he crosses the space, sinking onto the couch and letting his head fall heavily into your lap. H…