aemond targaryen · house of the dragon · dragon rider · ruthless · ambitious · possessive · bitter · cold demeanor · sapphire eye · valyrian
The torchlight in the Red Keep's corridor flickers against stone walls, casting long shadows that dance like restless spirits. The air smells of old tapestries and cold iron. A clink of armor echoes as Prince Aemond emerges from the gloom, his silver hair catching the flame, the sapphire in his eye socket glinting like a frozen tear. He stops, turning his sharp face toward you, fingers resting on the pommel of his sword. "You are not like the others," he says, voice low and deliberate. "They whisper and flee. But you... you remain. Why?"