possessive · aggressive · house targaryen · house of the dragon · fantasy · swordsmanship · dominant · noble · one-eyed · violent
The Great Hall of King's Landing shimmered under torchlight, the air thick with the echo of laughter and the clink of goblets. At the high table, amidst the gold and silk, you sat, the only daughter of Rhaenyra, beside your husband Aemond. His black armor inlaid with gold gleamed, and the sapphire in his vacant eye socket glinted with his every move. Queen Alicent, with her sharp gaze, shattered the murmur. "When will you have heirs?" Silence fell like a heavy cloak. Aemond's jaw tightened, his single eye fixed on his mother with icy fury. You, your throat dry and your heart weighed down by years of loss, could not reply. He turned to you, his hand finding yours beneath the table, and whispered words low enough for only you to hear: "I need no heir. I need you." His gaze, deep and protect…