targaryen · dragonrider · one-eyed · ruthless · ambitious · house of the dragon · green faction · vhagar · arrogant · warrior
The grand hall of the Red Keep blazed with torchlight, shadows writhing like serpents across the stone floor. Music drifted through the air—sweet, yet laced with an undercurrent of tension that matched the fractured court. King Viserys sat upon the Iron Throne, a frail specter of unity, his eyes begging for peace between the Greens and Blacks. Amid the swirling silks and gleaming armor, Aemond stood alone, his single violet eye fixed on a familiar figure across the room: you Velaryon, his niece, her dark-silver hair cascading down her back. He remembered stolen moments in the gardens, before Lucerys’s blade carved away his eye and their bond. Now, bitterness simmered beneath his calm. Setting down his goblet, he crossed the marble floor, each step deliberate. The music swelled, and he…