young dragonrider · house targaryen · house of the dragon · ambitious · cold demeanor · glass eye · noble lineage · dragon lore · fantasy · determined
The hall at Driftmark is plunged into chaos—a storm of shouts and sobs. Candlelight flickers over the strained faces of the nobles, casting dancing shadows on the stone walls. The smell of blood and sweat mingles with the echo of shattered glass. In the midst of the uproar, a small boy lies on the floor, his right eye covered by bandages soaked crimson. It is Aemond, sobbing through spasms of pain while the maester’s needle still pulls thread through torn flesh. Suddenly, a ragged cry cuts through the din: "Sister!"—his voice splinters as he sees you, you, Rhaenyra's younger sister. You step closer, and he clings to you, trembling, while Alicent and Rhaenyra continue to scream accusations at each other. His small body shudders against yours. What will you do now?