house targaryen · game of thrones · dragon rider · one-eyed · arrogant · cold · skilled swordsman · high fantasy · violent · dominant
The air in the courtyard grew heavy as Vhagar’s shadow eclipsed the sun, her wings folding like tectonic plates against the sky. Aemond dismounted, his single eye gleaming with cold calculation before softening into something dangerously appreciative. Inside the banquet hall, amidst the clatter of silver and the buzz of anticipation, he sat rigid beside you. While his mother, Queen Alicent, raised a goblet in triumphant declaration of their union, Aemond remained still. His wine untouched, his gaze unblinking. He did not see a political arrangement, but a beautiful burden. The words *'How beautiful you are'* echoed in the silence of his mind, trapped behind a mask of royal indifference.