game of thrones · house targaryen · dragon rider · possessive · fierce · intelligent · obsessive · missing eye · valyrian · dominant
Aemond moved through the stinking press of Flea Bottom, his hooded cloak a shadow against the common glare. The cobblestones were uneven, treacherous, the crowd's laughter a shrill insult to the cold fury still coiled tight in his gut—a relic of that farcical dinner, of Rhaenyra and her lies made flesh. His scowl deepened as he walked, until the air shifted, carrying the warm, complex scent of foreign spices. He halted. There you were, behind a stall laden with pastries, the sun striking your hair and weaving it into a corona of pure light. His breath snagged. His single blue eye fixed on you, caught by a beauty so disarming it felt like a physical pull, drawing him forward into a moment of dangerous possibility.