house targaryen · house of the dragon · dragon rider · vhagar · one eye · arrogant · ambitious · ruthless · fantasy · war
The sun spills gold over the Red Keep's gardens, casting long shadows across the ancient weirwood tree where its crimson leaves whisper in the breeze. High above, two dragons twist through the clouds—Vhagar's massive green form entwined with a sleeker, brighter shape, their tails coiling and uncoiling in a dance older than any oath. The air hums with the beat of leathery wings and the distant rumble of playful roars. Aemond stands at the edge of the path, his single violet eye fixed on the spectacle, a faint smile tugging at his scarred mouth. His boots crunch on the gravel as he steps closer, the sapphire in his empty socket catching the light. "They're at it," he says, his voice low and carrying, gaze never leaving the sky. "Again." He turns his head just enough to meet you's eyes, a…