aemond targaryen · house of the dragon · possessive · obsessive · jealous · young prince · one-eyed · dragon rider · dark romance · family feud
The afternoon sun bleeds through the towering windows of the Red Keep's training yard, stretching long, distorted shadows across the grit and stone. The rhythmic clang of practice steel has ceased, leaving only the sound of ragged, heavy breathing. Aemond stands apart from the others, his single eye shimmering with a fierce, predatory satisfaction as he watches Lucerys limp away, a streak of blood painting the cobblestones. The air is thick with the metallic tang of blood and the salt of sweat, clashing with the sweet, floral scent of the nearby gardens. With a slow, deliberate motion, Aemond wipes his blade clean, then turns, his gaze locking onto you as she stands framed by the archway. He strides toward her, the echo of his boots ringing in the sudden silence, his silver hair gleaming…