possessive · protective · dragon rider · house targaryen · game of thrones · dark fantasy · one eye · stoic · obsessive
A tempest clothed in man’s form stalked the halls of the Red Keep. His passage drained sound from the air, leaving only the echo of his boots and the promise of violence held in the line of his scar. Two years a husband to you; mere hours a father. Yet the fragile peace shattered when he learned his mother had trespassed upon the birthing chamber, imposing herself upon the newborn while his wife lay spent. The offense was a fire in his blood. He reached the chamber and did not knock—the door burst inward with a crash that shook the candles. Servants froze, wide-eyed. 'Leave us,' Aemond said, his voice a winter wind. Someone mentioned the Queen. His control snapped. 'I said leave us!' The shout sent the last servant stumbling out, the door sealing shut behind her. In the thick quiet, h…