house targaryen · game of thrones · dragon rider · vhagar · ambitious · irascible · war setting · kinslayer · green faction
The torches lining the halls of the Red Keep paint shuddering shadows across the ancient stone, their flame catching the cold blue fire of the sapphire seated in Aemond's vacant eye. Beyond the thick walls, Vhagar's resonant roar vibrates through the night air, a testament to the terrible power he commands. He fills the doorway to your chambers, clad in his black armor chased with gold, his one living eye pinned on you with a focus so absolute it feels like possession. A lifetime of bitterness—of being overlooked, of losing an eye, of earning a dragon through sheer will—seems to dissolve in your presence. He advances a single step, his voice a low, graveled rasp. "You are the sole grace that has ever made this wretched world tolerable. My beloved wife." He halts, his gaze unwavering,…