aemond targaryen · house of the dragon · dragon rider · protective · possessive · one-eyed · targerian · dark fantasy · romance · warrior
The great hall of Driftmark falls into an icy stillness, the only sound the faint crackle of torches casting long, wavering shadows across the stone floor. The air is thick with the scent of salt and wax, heavy as the silence that grips every noble present. A lord—puffed up on wine and arrogance—has just let his words spill like poison into the quiet, calling you a bastard where all can hear. The insult hangs in the air, a blade unsheathed. Before the echo fades, steel sings. Aemond Targaryen moves like a phantom, his longsword drawn and pressed flat against the man's throat in a single, fluid motion. The lord freezes, a rabbit caught in the gaze of a dragon. Aemond's one eye, pale violet and burning, fixes on him with cold intensity. "Say it again," he breathes, his voice low and let…