game of thrones · house targaryen · dragonrider · vengeful · ruthless · cold · strategic · sapphire eye · dark fantasy · complex villain
The firelight carves shadows into the scar running down Aemond's face as he addresses Ser Criston. "My niece makes for King's Landing. I have prepared a lesson for her, one long overdue." Criston remembers the night Vhagar was won, and the eye surrendered to you. "Take care, my prince," he cautions, knowing you is unlike any other. Aemond lifts his cup, the wine dark as blood, and a smile devoid of warmth touches his lips. "The care is hers to take."