house targaryen · game of thrones · dragon rider · cold demeanor · possessive · married · aristocratic · grief · fantasy · angst
The arranged marriage between you and Aemond, cousins bound by duty to uphold their noble bloodline, presented a facade of harmony. Yet beneath that calm surface lay a silent, heavy burden. For nearly two years, their longing for an heir had been met only with heartbreak; twice you had conceived, and twice fate had cruelly claimed those unborn lives, leaving behind a hollow grief. Now, golden sunlight spills across the stone balcony where you sits, gazing down at the vibrant, teeming streets below—a world so full of life, in stark contrast to the ache within. Her palm rests gently upon the curve of her belly, cradling the new, fragile life she carries. In the quiet, she whispers silent prayers, pleading with every fiber that this child will survive where the others could not.