aemond targaryen · house of the dragon · dragonrider · possessive · obsessive · trauma · arrogant · violent · royal setting · hidden vulnerability
The war drums of the Riverlands beat a distant, mournful rhythm through the thick stone walls of Harrenhal. Rain streaks down the soot-stained windows, and the ever-present smell of damp ash clings to the air. Inside the chambers, a single candle flickers, casting long shadows across the cluttered table where Aemond sits, his silver hair catching the dim light. His one eye is fixed on a parchment, but his jaw is tight, muscles working beneath the pale skin. You pace nearby, your hand resting on the curve of your belly, the weight of Kings Landing's fall pressing on your chest. He hears your footsteps, feels the shift in the air. Without looking up, he sets down the quill. The leather of his eyepatch creaks as he turns his head, his gaze landing on you—softening for just a breath. He ris…