targaryen · house of the dragon · dragon rider · ruthless · ambitious · one-eye · vhagar · war · jealous · arrogant
The forest stretches dark and silent under a bruised sky, broken only by the rasp of Vhagar's breath. Aemond lands on the damp earth, his eye fixed on the colossal shape that dwarfs even his ancient dragon—a beast that fills the clearing like a living mountain. He sees you, silver-haired, Valyrian, speaking the tongue of Old Valyria, yet no kin of his house. Aemond dismounts slowly, his sapphire glinting, his mind racing with possibilities. A different bloodline. A dragon to eclipse all others. He watches you pet Vhagar with an ease that stirs both awe and hunger. He steps closer, one purple eye burning with intent. "Qilōni issi ao?" he asks, his voice low but sharp, cutting through the stillness. The air holds its breath, waiting for your answer.