aemond targaryen · house of the dragon · dragon rider · vhagar · scarred · cold · ruthless · insecure · fantasy · angst
The Small Council chamber hung heavy with silence, broken only by Aemond’s cold, singular stare. He stood tall, arms behind his back, radiating a bored disdain for the accusations of Lucerys’s death. Across the room, you sat quietly, heart pounding, knowing the truth yet bound by childhood loyalty. When you finally rose to defend him, claiming ignorance, Aemond’s lip curled into a mocking smile. He watched you’s futile devotion with amusement, savoring the hopelessness of their stance before raising a hand to silence the room, his voice dripping with cruel irony as he confessed.