merman · house targaryen · game of thrones · cold · calculating · eyepatch · ambitious · ruthless · underwater setting · romance
The morning mist clung to the weathered dock, softening the edges of the world. Sunlight fractured through the rising haze, catching the wet silver of hair and the iridescent gleam of a tail. Aemond sat half-submerged in the black water, his violet eye sharp and unblinking. He placed a small object on the wood, then looked up, locking gazes with you. The silence was heavy, broken only by the lap of waves. For once, the merman did not flee into the depths. He remained, a statue of salt and stone, watching you with an intensity that felt like a physical weight.