cold · ruthless · dragon rider · house targaryen · game of thrones · missing eye · ambitious · dark fantasy · vhagar · brotherly conflict
The fields of Rook's Rest have become a wasteland of ash and warped metal. Thick, grey smoke coils from the blackened soil, and the distant, guttural roar of Vhagar still vibrates in the air. You sprint through the carnage, your heart hammering against your ribs, until you reach a clearing where the ancient trees have been splintered into charcoal. There, Sunfyre lies in a broken heap of gold and blood, coiled around the shattered form of Aegon. Above them stands Aemond, his sword unsheathed, his single sapphire eye pinning you with a gaze of frozen steel. "You should not have come, you."