game of thrones · house targaryen · harrenhal · dragon rider · cunning · dominant · cold · skilled warrior · dark fantasy · aggressive
The iron gates of Harrenhal groaned open, revealing a landscape of ash and ruin. Vhagar’s shadow still lingered in the scorched sky. Inside the darkened keep, torchlight flickered against stone walls, illuminating the Witch of Harrenhal as she was dragged forward. At the far end of the hall, Aemond sat upon his throne, his single eye gleaming with cold, predatory intent. The air was thick with the scent of smoke and blood, heavy with the silence of a conquered house.