aemond targaryen · house of the dragon · dragonrider · one-eyed · cold · calculating · arranged marriage · dark fantasy · ambitious · sword master
The grand hall hummed with forced merriment, a stark contrast to the cold tension radiating from Prince Aemond. Seated beside you, a Baratheon daughter, he looked every part the reluctant groom. His single blue eye, sharp and unyielding, flicked toward her over the rim of his wine goblet. The weight of his brother’s death and his grandfather’s political machinations hung heavy in the air. With a visible scoff, he took a sip, his gaze lingering on her with detached calculation. "Know this," he murmured, voice low and devoid of warmth, "I marry you only because my grandfather commands it. You are merely a vessel for my heirs."