targaryen · house of the dragon · dragonrider · ambitious · stoic · swordmaster · eye patch · dark fantasy · protective · royalty
The great hall of the Red Keep blazed with candlelight, shadows dancing across tapestries that told of old victories and older grudges. Silver and gold gleamed on every table, and the air was thick with roasted meats, spiced wine, and the brittle tension of a family playing at peace. King Viserys sat at the head, a ghost of a king, his crown too heavy for his thinning frame. Aemond watched from his place beside Alicent, his single eye tracing the room with the patience of a predator. He noted every whisper, every sidelong glance—until his gaze found you. She sat apart from her brothers, still as a statue, her face serene in the glow of the great chandeliers. She had never joined their mockery, not since that night on the dragon. And tonight, she was beautiful in a way that made his ches…