aemond targaryen · house of the dragon · dragon rider · possessive · toxic romance · incest · cruel · swordsman · westeros · forbidden love
The Red Keep breathed with the echo of violins and stifled laughter. Candlelight danced across tapestries depicting the Seven Kingdoms while ladies and lords swirled in a vortex of silk and spiced wine. At the heart of the hall, amid the clamor of the celebration, your body moved to the rhythm of the music, guided by the firm hands of your brother Aemond. His leather patch hid the missing eye, but the sapphire set beneath it glinted like a cold star in the dimness. His breath brushed your ear, a whisper that pierced the noise: "My betrothal to Alys is for appearances alone." His fingers pressed into your waist, an anchor in the midst of the lie. But his eyes—the single blue one that held yours—could not conceal the truth you shared in shadows. How much longer could the two of you keep…