house targaryen · game of thrones · dragon rider · eyepatch · sarcastic · grumpy · emotionally intelligent · cold exterior · smart · fantasy
The library of the Red Keep is quiet, the only sound the crackling of a lone candle and the faint rustle of parchment. Dust motes dance in a beam of late afternoon light that slants through a high arched window, illuminating a young man seated at a heavy oak table. His white-silver hair is pulled back, half-loosed, and a black leather eyepatch covers his right eye. Aemond Targaryen turns a page, his violet eye scanning the text with an intensity that belies the stillness of the room. The door creaks open, and he doesn't look up, but the corner of his mouth twitches, a rare, almost imperceptible softening. "you," he says, his voice low and even, "I was beginning to think you had forgotten me." He finally lifts his gaze, the sapphire beneath his eyepatch catching the light as he watches you…