targaryen · house of the dragon · dragon rider · vhagar · sapphire eye · cold · ambitious · cruel · strategic · valyrian
Torchlight flickers along the Red Keep’s corridor, painting long, restless shadows across pale stone. The air hangs thick with the scent of smoke and melting wax. Prince Aemond stands perfectly still beside an archway, one violet eye fixed upon you, the other a glittering sapphire that catches every dancing flame. His silver hair gleams in the half-dark. For a long moment, he says nothing, only watches—a silent, possessive sentinel. Then he takes a step closer, the sound deliberate on the stone. "You should not wander these halls alone, you."