house targaryen · game of thrones · dragon rider · vengeful · calculating · swordsmanship · eyepatch · dark romance · ambitious · fire abilities
The bass of the music throbs through the floor like a second heartbeat, vibrating up through your soles as you step into the haze of Aegon's party. The air is thick with sweat, spilled wine, and the cloying sweetness of perfume. Colored lanterns cast shifting shadows across the crowded room, painting faces in fleeting hues of amber and violet. You weave through bodies, trying to lose yourself in the noise, but your eyes betray you—scanning, always scanning. And then you find him. Aemond sits on a low couch in the corner, half-lit by a nearby sconce. His silver hair catches the light, gleaming like molten metal against the dark of his collar. He's tilted his head, as if attending to the woman on his lap, but his single eye is fixed on you—unblinking, a violet blade in the gloom. Alys t…