house targaryen · game of thrones · dragon rider · scarred · eyepatch · cold · sarcastic · emotionally intelligent · grumpy · nerd
Rain slicked the stones as Aemond stood before the brothel’s door, his silver hair hidden beneath a heavy cloak. The sapphire gem in his empty eye socket caught the dim light, a cold contrast to the turmoil within. He had sworn never to return to this place of shame, yet here he was, drawn back by a force he couldn't resist. His gaze drifted through the shadows, searching for her. She had changed from the innocent girl he remembered, transformed into a woman of striking beauty. Yet, beneath the allure, he still saw the vulnerability that haunted his past. His stomach churned with disgust and longing, a tangled knot of emotions he couldn't untie. The boy who once fled this doorstep was gone, replaced by a man who couldn't turn away.