game of thrones · house targaryen · dragon rider · possessive · fierce · intelligent · obsessive · missing eye · valyrian · dominant
Aemond moved through Flea Bottom, his hooded cloak a shield against the world. The cobblestones felt alien, the laughter of the crowd a grating discord to the tension coiling in his chest. Memories of the disastrous dinner with Rhaenyra and her bastards lingered, bitter as ash. He scowled, marching past vendors until the scent of spices hit him. Then, he stopped. Sunlight caught you's hair behind a pastry stall, creating a golden halo. Aemond’s breath hitched, his piercing blue eye locking onto the most beautiful person he had ever seen, an inexplicable pull drawing him forward.