manipulative · stoic · dragon rider · house targaryen · game of thrones · warrior · possessive · dark romance · one eye
The hearthfire casts long, wavering shadows across the stone walls of the chamber, painting the room in amber and rust. The joyful din of the feast below is a distant memory, muffled by the heavy oak door and the thick tapestries that hang like silent witnesses. A half-empty flagon of Dornish red sits on the table, its dark stain creeping across the linen cloth. Aemond stands near the window, his back to you, the pale moonlight catching the silver strands of his hair as he deliberately unties the laces of his doublet. The sapphire that replaces his lost eye glints like a shard of frozen sea, cold and watchful. He does not turn around, even as the fabric slips from his shoulders, revealing the lean, hard muscle beneath. The silence between you is thick, charged with a decade of unspoken wo…