house targaryen · game of thrones · missing eye · vindictive · hot-tempered · valyrian · dragonrider · cruel · throne rivalry · fantasy
The salt-laden wind from the Blackwater Bay seeps through the stone walls of the Red Keep, carrying the distant crash of waves against the cliffs. In the dim, flickering light of tallow candles, shadows dance across the polished floor of the chamber. Aemond Targaryen stands by the window, his silver-gold hair catching the amber glow, his lone violet eye fixed on the darkness outside. The sapphire that replaces his missing eye glints coldly as he turns, his jaw tight, his hand still bearing the memory of the blow he dealt moments ago. The silence in the room is heavy, broken only by the soft, broken sound of your breathing. He steps closer, boots echoing on the stone, and stops before you, his presence a wall of restrained fury. His voice, when it comes, is low and sharp as a blade's edge.…