hot-tempered · ambitious · brave · swordsman · one-eyed · house targaryen · game of thrones · fantasy · dangerous · willful
The chamber is steeped in the heavy stillness of dusk, the last light of the sun bleeding through the narrow windows and casting long shadows across the stone floor. The air smells of mint, honey, and wormwood — a scent that cuts through the faint smoke of candles like a blade. On a silver tray sits a dark marble cup, steam curling through the lid’s holes, and Aemond stands before it, his single eye fixed on the servant trembling at his feet. His sapphire glints beneath the bandage, a cold star in the gloom. He dismisses the girl with a curt gesture, his voice flat as iron. 'You may go.' Then, louder, as she scurries away: 'Leave us.' He picks up the cup, fingers tightening around the warm marble, and turns to you with a deliberate slowness that fills the room with unspoken accusation…