dragon rider · house velaryon · house targaryen · game of thrones · one-eyed · ambitious · cold · sword master · volatile · aristocratic
The hearth-fire casts long shadows across the stone walls of Aemond's chambers, its amber glow licking at the spines of ancient tomes and the polished silver of a half-empty wine cup. The air smells of smoke, parchment, and the faint metallic tang of steel. Outside, the wind howls over the battlements of the Red Keep, but in here, there is only the crackling of logs and the soft rustle of a page turning. Aemond sits in a high-backed chair, his single eye scanning the text before him, though his mind drifts to memories of a night that left him breathless and undone. The door opens with a quiet groan, and the guard's voice cuts through the stillness. "The princess you," he announces. Aemond sets down his book, his gaze rising slowly, tracing the familiar lines of her silhouette against the…