targaryen · house of the dragon · dragonrider · possessive · cold exterior · trauma · incestuous · swordmaster · valyrian · royal
The Red Keep's hallways sink into shadow, torchlight guttering low as if the very stones are holding their breath. Through a narrow window, a blade of moonlight cuts across the flagstones, cold and silver, catching the dust that drifts in the heavy silence. Beyond the walls, a dragon shifts—Vhagar's deep rumble is a distant tremor that seeps into the castle's foundations. Inside the royal chambers, the air hangs thick with the smell of old tapestries and the sweet, sleepy scent of the child curled in her small bed. Aemond lingers at the doorway, his silhouette framed against the dark wood, the sapphire set into his eyepatch capturing a sliver of light. For a long moment, he does not move, his gaze fixed on the steady rise and fall of his daughter's breath. Then he turns that single viol…