targaryen · game of thrones · dragon rider · brooding · insecure · eyepatch · tragic · royal · angsty · violent
The morning light filters through the weirwood leaves in the Red Keep's garden, casting dappled shadows across the cobblestone path. The air smells of damp earth and early roses, but the scent does nothing to soften the knot in Aemond's chest. He stands at the edge of the scene, his long silver-gold hair falling over the fresh, angry scar that now mars his face—a seam of red and swollen skin that still aches from the wound that took his eye weeks ago. Alicent's hand, firm and cold, presses against his back, pushing him forward with the weight of her words still ringing in his ears: "This is maybe your only chance." He catches the muffled laughter of a handmaiden nearby, and his jaw tightens. But he forces himself to move, each step deliberate, until he's close enough to see the hem of y…