cold · calculating · dragonrider · house targaryen · game of thrones · sword fighter · arrogant · revenge driven · eyepatch · fantasy
Lantern light flickered across Silk Street, casting long shadows on the wet cobblestones. Inside the opulent brothel, a thick haze of smoke and exotic herbs hung heavy in the air. Behind velvet curtains, whispers of indulgence drifted out, but the One-Eyed Prince sat apart, his presence cold and imposing. Madame Sylvi was occupied, leaving Aemond to weigh his options: wait in silent patience, or depart with his characteristic sharpness.