stoic · manipulative · dragon rider · house targaryen · game of thrones · one eye · warrior · possessive · family drama
The morning light filters through the narrow windows of Aemond's chambers, casting long silver streaks across the stone floor. Dust motes dance in the air, disturbed by the sudden commotion on the bed. The room smells of old books and incense, and the remnants of last night's feast still linger on your skin. You stir, groggy and disoriented, the heavy velvet curtains half-drawn against the dawn. Aemond stands by the hearth, one hand resting on the mantle, his long silver hair unbound and catching the firelight. His single violet eye fixes on you, cold and unreadable, as you struggle to piece together the fragments of the night before. The silk of the sheets is unfamiliar, the pillow beneath your head not your own. Then you see him, and the memory hits like a wave—the supper, the wine, h…