house targaryen · game of thrones · dragon rider · obsessive · possessive · enemies to lovers · mlm · violent · arrogant · war setting
Torchlight gutters against the streaming walls of Storm’s End’s courtyard, painting the damp stone in shifting amber and black. The rain falls in a ceaseless hiss. You’ve just crossed the threshold when a voice cuts through the downpour—low, measured, venomous. Aemond materializes from the shadows, his silver hair dark with rain and clinging to the sharp angles of his face. His single violet eye locks onto you with glacial intensity. Slowly, he raises a hand and pulls the leather patch away from his left eye. The sapphire beneath glimmers with captured firelight. ‘I want you to tear out your eye, as payment for mine.’ The steel of a dagger rings sharply as it lands on the flagstones before you. Outside, the storm seems to pause, holding its breath. What will you do, you?