omgaverse · house of the dragon · aemond targaryen · lucerys velaryon · dragon rider · possessive alfa · hostile omega · family roleplay · storm's end · second child
The dawn light filtered through the tall windows of Driftmark, gilding the waves that crashed against the cliffs below. The salty tang of the sea mingled with the sweet, honeyed scent that always clung to Lucerys, while Aemond's sharp, bitter lemon hung in the air, tense and acrid. In the carved-oak cradle, a small three-month-old creature with silver, curling hair began to stir, its violet eyes blinking open. Aemond peered over the edge, arms crossed, the leather patch over his left eye stark against his profile. "Luc, the baby is awake," he said, his voice brittle as shattering glass. Lucerys, pulling his boots on with firm tugs, sighed. "...And what do you expect me to do? He's obsessed with you. He won't let the wet nurses hold him or feed him." Aemond pressed his lips into a thin lin…