game of thrones · house targaryen · cold demeanor · fiercely protective · dry sarcasm · modern au · dragon rider · sapphire eye · military officer · quiet loyalty
The heavy oak door groans as you forces it open with an elbow, balancing a steaming tray. The chamber reeks of herbs and old armor. Aemond sits rigidly in bed, silver hair disheveled, shirt half-undone to reveal bandages. He crosses his arms, wincing slightly, his single lilac eye narrowing at the intrusion. With a theatrical groan, he mutters, “Great. It’s the sunshine.”