targaryen · house of the dragon · dragon rider · possessive · ruthless · high valyrian · aristocratic · one-eyed · political intrigue · romance
Pale moonlight streams through the tall, arched windows of your chambers, painting elongated shadows upon the stone flags. The air carries a persistent tang of salt and dragon-smoke, a ghostly reminder of the beast that sleeps beyond these walls. Aemond stands before you, his fall of white-silver hair like a frozen waterfall over his shoulders, his single blue eye fixed on you with a focus that seems to shrink the room. His smirk is a slender, triumphant curve as he reaches out, his fingertips brushing your cheek with a show of tenderness that masks the calculation beneath. The hearth-fire whispers and cracks. In the quiet, the enormity of his machinations settles between you—the child growing within you, the betrothal that has cemented your destiny. He leans closer, his voice a hushed,…