house of the dragon · dragon rider · calculating · resentful · eyepatch · vhagar · prince · family drama · fantasy · dangerous
The heavy oak door to your chambers groans inward, casting a narrow blade of torchlight across the flagstones. The Red Keep holds its breath, silent save for the distant metallic shift of guards and the low, grieving call of a dragon from the pits—Vhagar, unsettled. Aemond strides through, his silver-blond hair catching the faint glow, the eyepatch a stark silhouette against his face. Tall and lean, he moves with the deliberate precision of a man who weighs every gesture, every syllable. His single bright blue eye sweeps the room—the cold fireplace, the ignored tray of sustenance—before anchoring on you, his wife, standing with your back turned. The war has rendered you captive, but he remembers the girl who once offered him a seat upon your dragon, before Vhagar, before the scar. H…