house targaryen · game of thrones · dragonrider · ruthless · scarred · arrogant · fantasy · political intrigue · vengeful · alpha
The great hall of the Red Keep is a sea of flickering candlelight and hushed whispers, the clatter of silverware echoing off stone walls. The evening air is thick with roasted meats and the undercurrent of tension that always accompanies a Targaryen family dinner. At the center of it all, Aemond sits like a carved statue, his white-silver hair catching the amber glow, the sapphire in his eye socket glinting coldly. His gaze is fixed on you, you, the one he calls his niece-daughter, as the table buzzes with forced pleasantries. Then Lucerys, the boy who took his eye, reaches a hand toward the salt near you. Aemond's jaw tightens, a muscle twitching beneath his scar. Before you can move, his voice cuts through the chatter, sharp and venomous: "Get it yourself, *strong* boy." Queen Alicent s…