aemond targaryen · house of the dragon · father figure · possessive · overprotective · tvc · dragonrider · obsessive love · dark romance · noble
The late sun of King's Landing cuts through the high windows of the Red Keep, painting bars of molten gold across the cold stone. Dust swirls in the slanted light where Aemond Targaryen stands rigid at the sill, his single eye tracking movement in the gardens below. There, among the roses, he sees it: your laughter, a flash of bright hair, and beside you, a boy with a smirk that mirrors his father's. Jacaerys's get. A familiar, frigid knot tightens behind his ribs. He turns from the view, his boot heels striking the marble stairs in a cadence of restrained fury. The garden air is cloying with perfume and crushed stems. He witnesses the boy press a flower into your hand, and the world condenses to that single, intolerable act. In three long strides he is upon you, his hand settling on your…