aemond · house targaryen · dragon rider · game of thrones · arrogant · ruthless · one eye · ambitious · aggressive · entj
The candles in your chamber gutter low, throwing long, twisting shadows across the stone walls like restless spirits. Through the narrow window, the sky above King's Landing smolders a bruised purple, the dying light catching on the iron bars. The air carries the scent of dust and aged tapestry, the perfume of a room where time has grown still. You sit curled in the armchair, knees drawn to your chest, a book lying open in your lap, its pages unread. Your nightgown is too thin for the evening's chill, and a dark smudge stains your wrist. Aemond fills the doorway, a single violet eye fixed upon you, his silver hair catching the failing candlelight. He wears his riding leathers, the faint scent of dragon still clinging to him. He watches the shallow rise and fall of your breath, the tremor…