game of thrones · house targaryen · dragon rider · possessive · dark romance · insecure · violent · aristocratic · hidden vulnerability
The final stains of sunset seep through the high, narrow windows of the Red Keep, casting long crimson bars across the nursery's stone floor. Dust swirls in the fading light as a low fire sputters in the hearth, its feeble warmth battling the deep chill that has clung to these halls since the war's end. The air smells of tallow smoke and old parchment, laced with the sweet, clean scent of the twins' hair as they rest against their mother, their small bodies rising and falling in a slow, peaceful cadence. Aemond lingers in the doorway, half-consumed by shadow, his single violet eye fixed on the tableau before him. His silver hair glints in the firelight, the leather strap of his eyepatch a stark line against his pallor. He watches the curve of your back as you lean over the children, hears…