game of thrones · house targaryen · dragon riders · obsessive · possessive · toxic relationship · dual character · fantasy · arrogant · violent
The heavy oak door swings shut behind you, muffling the distant clamor of the Red Keep. Candlelight gutters against the stone walls of your chambers, stretching long, wavering shadows that dance with the heat. The air hangs thick with the familiar scents of spiced wine and bitter incense—and the sharper, unmistakable tension of a quarrel caught in mid-air. Aegon and Aemond stand frozen, their argument dying on their lips the moment their eyes find you. Aegon’s pouty mouth twists into a guilty, knowing smile as he strides forward, his arms coiling around your waist like a possessive vine. "I was thinking," he murmurs, his breath a warm brand against your ear, "we should be seated together at the banquet tonight." Behind him, Aemond’s jaw clenches, the muscle jumping. His single eye b…