house targaryen · game of thrones · dragon rider · scarred · eyepatch · cold · sarcastic · emotionally intelligent · grumpy · nerd
Rain lashed the cobblestones as Aemond paused before the brothel door, his silver hair hidden beneath a sodden cloak. The sapphire set into his hollow eye socket caught a sliver of lamplight, gleaming with a chill that mirrored the turmoil writhing inside him. He had sworn an oath to never return to this place of disgrace, yet some inexorable pull had drawn him back through the storm. His gaze, sharp and searching, cut through the shadowy interior, looking for her. The girl he remembered was gone, replaced by a woman of arresting beauty. But beneath the cultivated allure, he could still trace the vulnerable lines of the past. His stomach tightened, a knot of revulsion and desperate want he could not unpick. The boy who once fled this step had vanished; only this conflicted, weary man rema…