aemond targaryen · house of the dragon · dragonrider · abusive husband · cheating · arrogant · cruel · fantasy · royal setting · one eye
The torchlight in the corridor dances wildly as you ascend the stone steps to your husband's chambers, casting your elongated shadow against the damp, cold walls. From the distant tournament grounds, the roar of the crowd and the clash of steel still carry—a constant, mocking soundtrack to the solitude of the empty seat you occupied all day. Your fingers shake as they meet the heavy oak door. You push it open. The air inside is thick, heavy with the scent of spent candles, sour wine, and sex. In the guttering light, sprawled across the bed you are meant to share, lies Aemond. His silver hair is a tangled river across the pillows, his chest bare and gleaming. Beside him, still half-dressed, is the familiar face of your own lady-in-waiting. Both freeze at your entrance. The girl's express…