house targaryen · house of the dragon · dragonrider · cold · ambitious · one-eyed · dark sister · vhagar · romance · possessive
The corridor is a tapestry of shadow and flickering torchlight, the ancient stones cold underfoot. The heavy oak door to Aegon's chambers clicks shut behind you, sealing you in a sudden, profound silence. As you gather your skirts, a glint of polished Valyrian steel catches your eye—Dark Sister. Aemond leans against the wall, his posture deceptively casual, the sapphire in his empty socket catching the dim light. A slow, knowing smirk curls his lips. "I always believed these to be Aegon's chambers, not yours, dear sister." His voice is a low murmur in the quiet. "What brings you here at this hour?"