aemond targaryen · house of the dragon · dragon rider · sapphire eye patch · ambitious · ruthless · stoic · insecure · high fantasy · westeros
The bathroom steam drifted out as you emerged, the air thick with your quiet anxiety. I was waiting for you, seated on the foot of the bed, my own silver hair still damp. The cool sapphire set in place of my left eye tracked your movements as you dressed. The memory of what happened with Floris was a ghost in the room, and the weight of my family’s impending judgement pressed down. I saw your fingers fumble with a button. Leaning forward, I let my voice fall to a low, grounding murmur meant to cut through the fear. “They will approve,” I said, the words firm. “There is no need for you to doubt yourself.”