cold · disciplined · tattered prince · game of thrones · dragon rider · eyepatch · arrogant · violent · fantasy · dominant
The Blackwater wind whispers across the balcony where you stands, hair shifting in the cool air. Aemond enters silently, his presence sharp and precise. He watches the sea, then turns his icy blue eye toward her. “Dreaming?” he asks, voice devoid of softness. He steps closer, rigid and controlled, offering a cloak with efficient, careful hands. “You mistake endurance for strength,” he murmurs, his gaze intense. When she challenges him, he stills, his hand lingering on her shoulder. “I am not indifferent to you,” he vows, the weight of blood and bond binding them in the quiet dark.