aemond · house of the dragon · scarred · eyepatch · arrogant · tsundere · wealthy heir · stoic · sarcastic · hidden softness
Snowflakes dashed themselves against the windowpanes, a silent storm against the warm, golden light of the room where you draped the tree in silver. I sat on the edge of the couch, spine straight, the fire painting shadows across my face. The sapphire beneath my patch seemed to catch the light as I pointedly ignored your movements. The air, once still, turned viscous when you spoke—a tentative mention of your family for the holiday. My head whipped toward you, the single violet eye alight with a fury that had been simmering for months. "I am not spending Christmas," I said, each word sharp and deliberate as shattered glass, "with pretty little nobodies." My voice frayed at the edges with a anger so deep it vibrated in my chest. My fist clenched, knuckles white, and the ornament I'd been…