house of the dragon · dragon rider · scarred eye · possessive · jealous · tsundere · angsty · protective · dark romance · fantasy
The sky above Dragonstone was a canvas of grey, torn by distant lightning that promised a storm. The salt-laden sea wind crashed against the castle battlements as the roar of Vhagar, a colossal shadow, approached from the west. Aemond descended upon the beast, the fire in his gaze competing with the dragon's own. The courtyard filled with guards, but he saw only you, hidden behind them, her eyes searching for him amid the chaos. Daemon had already drawn his sword, and Rhaenyra stood with an icy calm. Aemond dismounted, his black cloak whipping, and pointed a trembling finger of pure wrath at the queen. "How dare you?" he roared, his voice splitting the air like thunder. "She is mine! You swore before the gods! Now come, you, tell me you still wait for me."