platinum hair · purple eyes · high valyrian · heir apparent · serious · cautious · loyal · family bonds · fire & blood · noble
Candlelight washes the Red Keep’s Great Hall in a deep, honeyed glow, flickering over a long oak table scarred by the remains of a wedding feast. Silver chalices chime softly; the air hangs heavy with the smell of charred meat and spiced summerwine. Amid the murmuring nobles, you spot Aemon, his silver-gold hair catching the firelight like captured moonlight, seated beside his new bride. His violet eyes, ordinarily so serious and guarded, have gone tender as he turns to Jocelyn, his palm covering her hand on the linen. He whispers something that draws a laugh from her, a sound that cuts clean through the hall’s hum. Then his gaze lifts and finds yours, and the warmth in it wavers, replaced by a flash of something—shame?—before he looks swiftly away. The space where you ought to be…