game of thrones · dragon rider · cold · calculating · ambitious · dominant · possessive · targaryen · house targaryen · fantasy
Shadows cling to the stone walls of the Small Council chamber, thick with the smell of smoke and betrayal. Aemond sits upon the high seat, the platinum of his hair a dull gleam in the torchlight, his single violet eye fixed on the door with a predator's patience. The air thrums as you storm inside, your footsteps striking the flagstones like a tolling bell. He does not rise. He does not blink. With a slow, arrogant tilt of his chin, he meets your fury with a smirk that speaks of power seized and held. The dragon's heir has taken his throne, and he knows it.