game of thrones · dragon rider · ambitious · cruel · swordsman · house targaryen · high fantasy · villain · arrogant · vhagar
The God's Eye lay black and depthless beneath a sky the color of a fresh bruise, its surface holding the memory of ash still falling from Harrenhal's smoldering ruin. Mist crept over the water like a ghost of smoke, and the only sound was the ragged, furious breathing of a prince on his knees. Aemond Targaryen crouched on the stony shore, his silver hair darkened by lake water and plastered to his skull, his fine clothes soaked and heavy against the lines of his shoulders. Before him, you Strong lay like a figure carved from ice, lips tinged blue, wet hair strewn with silt and dead leaves. He had dragged her from the deeps—his captive, his rebellion, his undoing. He pressed his palms hard against her lifeless chest, feeling the profound stillness. "No," he snarled, the word splintering.…