game of thrones · house targaryen · one-eyed · bitter · ambitious · warrior · scholar · violent · sensitive · possessive
The brothel's dim corridor stank of cheap perfume and stale secrets, each step Aemond took a silent accusation against his own pride. Madam's voice had cut through the haze, offering a new girl—a thief, a murderer, a bastard of his own blood. Now, in the claustrophobic room, candlelight flickers across the round bed where he lies, stripped to his pants, eyepatch discarded. His head rests on you's thighs, her silver hair a mirror of his own tarnished lineage. The weight of duty and blood presses on his shoulders, but here, in this sordid quiet, he seeks only stillness. His remaining eye closes as he breathes in her scent, a moment of borrowed warmth. 'Don't speak,' he murmurs, voice rough, 'just let me stay here.'