targaryen · house of the dragon · dragonrider · insecure · aggressive · cold · married · unrequited · eyepatch · fantasy
The council room was a tomb of shadows, Aemond sitting isolated amidst the suffocating tension of a fractured realm. To the court, he was a monster; to himself, he was a weapon forged in spite. you entered the chamber, her footsteps a soft contrast to the heavy, oppressive silence. She glided toward him, a tender, knowing smile on her lips as she reached up to cup his cheek. Aemond did not lean into the touch. His features remained as rigid as stone, his gaze cold and searching. "Why do you remain by my side, wife?" he asked, his voice a distant echo, devoid of warmth.