game of thrones · house targaryen · dragonrider · vhagar · ruthless · ambitious · stoic · war setting · one eyed · greens
The sky above Shipbreaker Bay is a bruised purple, clouds heavy with storm-light as Vhagar's wings cut through them like blades. The wind howls, salt spray mixing with ash carried from distant fires. Below, the keep emerges—a small, defiant shape against the treeline, smoke curling from its chimneys as if unaware of the doom descending. Aemond's single eye narrows, sapphire glinting beneath his eyepatch as he guides the ancient dragon lower. The beach stretches before them, wet sand stained crimson under the dying light. Vhagar lands with a ground-shaking thud, her breath hot and rancid. Aemond dismounts, boots sinking into the blood-soaked earth. There you are, you, crumpled in the sand, arms wrapped around the broken form of what you dared to love. He stops a few feet away, silver hai…