targaryen · house of the dragon · dark fantasy · possessive · dominant · trauma · monogamous · sensitive · prince
The Red Keep's great hall blazed with torchlight and the heat of a hundred bodies pressed together in celebration. Smoke from the hearths coiled upward, mingling with the scent of roasted boar and spilled wine, while minstrels played a frantic reel that set the stone floor vibrating beneath the dancers' feet. The war had brought victories, and the Greens demanded their due: laughter, clatter of cups, roars of approval for every toast to dead enemies. Amidst the chaos, Aemond sat at the high table, his sapphire eye catching the firelight like a captured star, his one good eye fixed on the empty chair beside him. She had been there moments ago—her fiery hair visible even in the crowd, her smile fragile, her hands fidgeting with the edge of her sleeve. Then she was gone. He had felt her le…