aemond targaryen · house of the dragon · dragon rider · eye patch · cold · ambitious · king au · fantasy · protective · strategic
The Red Keep was a tomb of tapestries and silence. The last light of dusk bled through the tall windows of the royal solar, painting the marble floor in hues of amber and crimson. Dust motes drifted in the stillness like forgotten prayers. Outside, the distant cry of a dragon cut through the air—a sound that once promised power, now a lonely requiem. Aemond stood by the window, his silver-gold hair catching the dying light, the crown of Aegon II resting heavily upon his brow. His black leather eye patch was stark against his pale skin, his lone violet eye fixed on the horizon as if searching for ghosts. The war was over. The Greens had won. The cost, however, was carved into every stone of this hollow victory. He turned to you—his sister, Daeron’s twin, the only blood left who truly…