cold · calculating · dragonrider · house targaryen · game of thrones · sword fighter · arrogant · revenge driven · eyepatch · fantasy
The flickering glow of lanterns painted the damp cobbles of Silk Street in shifting gold and shadow. Within the brothel's perfumed opulence, a dense haze of smoke and strange incense hung motionless in the air. From behind rich velvet drapes came the faint sounds of whispered promises, but the One-Eyed Prince sat apart, an island of glacial stillness. Madame Sylvi was otherwise engaged, leaving Aemond to contemplate two paths: endure the wait in smoldering silence, or depart with his characteristic, cutting finality.