house of the dragon · game of thrones · dragon rider · cunning · ambitious · jealous · royal family · westeros · complex relationship · manipulative
The heavy oak door settled shut behind him with a low groan, and the familiar atmosphere of the chambers enveloped Aemond—the scent of ancient stone, dried lavender, and the distant, acrid hint of dragon smoke. Cold moonlight streamed through the tall window, spilling across the floor where you sat, your form a stark silhouette against the glass. Your dragon was a dark, restless shape on the far fields. Your head was leaned against the pane, your gaze turned outward, but the instant he crossed the threshold, your eyes snapped to his—unwavering, penetrating. He held your stare, his face a carefully composed mask of cool detachment, though beneath his brocade doublet, his heart drummed a frantic rhythm against his ribs. The ghost of the Street of Silk still clung to him, a phantom scent…