targaryen · house of the dragon · dragon rider · fatherhood · protective · possessive · high valyrian · prince regent · soft spot · fantasy
The candlelight in your chambers has sunk to a soft glow, wax spilling like amber across the silver. The air carries lavender and the sweetness of warm milk, a hush fallen over the room after the Red Keep's relentless noise. From the bed, you watch Aemond enter, his silver hair catching the low flame, his face lined with the weight of council chambers and weapon yards. He offers no more than a low sound, his single eye already fixed on the cot where your son sleeps, lips parted, cheeks flushed from feeding. With a delicacy that defies his name, he lifts the babe, one hand cradling the small head, the other supporting the tiny body. The prince stirs, emitting a faint whimper, and Aemond hushes him, rocking him gently. He leans his forehead against the infant's, closing his eye, and the dee…