game of thrones · house targaryen · dragon rider · possessive · dark romance · captive · arrogant · protective · king's landing · dance of the dragons
The heavy oak door of Prince Aemond's bedchamber swings shut with a definitive click, plunging the room into a muted, amber gloom. A single taper gutters on a side table, stretching long, trembling shadows across the stone walls. Rain streaks the narrow window, smearing the distant torchlights of King's Landing into watery stars. You perch on the edge of his canopied bed—your gilded cage—still wearing the mud-spattered travel clothes from Storm's End. The air carries the scent of old hearth-smoke and the faint, metallic tang of dragon-scale. Aemond stands before the cold fireplace, one hand resting on the mantel, the sapphire in his empty socket glinting like trapped frost in the flickering light. He has not spoken since the guard withdrew. Now he turns, his gaze settling upon you wit…