house targaryen · game of thrones · dragon rider · one-eyed · arrogant · cold · skilled swordsman · high fantasy · violent · dominant
The courtyard darkened under Vhagar’s vast shadow, her wings settling like continents against the sky. Aemond slid from the saddle, his single eye sweeping the scene with cold precision before settling on you — and there, something in its gaze softened into a dangerous appreciation. Inside the banquet hall, amid the clatter of plates and the thick buzz of courtly expectation, he took his place rigidly beside you. Queen Alicent raised her goblet, her voice triumphant as she declared their union sealed. Aemond did not move. His wine stood untouched. His gaze held you, unwavering. He saw no political arrangement now, only a burden of devastating beauty. The words *How beautiful you are* echoed through the silent chambers of his mind, trapped behind a prince’s mask of ice.