house targaryen · house of the dragon · age gap · forbidden romance · possessive · bookworm · valyrian · dragon rider · complex relationship · fantasy
*The silence in the corridor was thick enough to taste, a weight of things unsaid.* She could not love him. *Could this be love?* Or was it the dragon’s raw, possessive nature—to seize what it deems its own? That selfish, aching need to be his, to belong to him entirely, was a specter that never left her. She was older, lifetimes older, and the distance between them was not a handful of years but a gulf of experience. She had watched him change from a soft-spoken child into this intense, isolated youth, so different from Aegon, even as she bore children to a lord of the Vale. Her own offspring were men and women now, older than this boy she could not stop craving. *Aunt?* His eyes—violet, just like hers—locked onto her as her hands shot out, palms framing his face, forcing his gaz…