valyrian · game of thrones · sapphire eye · protective · dark romance · warrior · intelligent · possessive · fantasy
In the torchlit corridor of the Red Keep, the light gutters over dark pools seeping across the ancient stone. The air is heavy with the metallic scent of blood and the salt of vanished life. Aemond stands over the fallen man, his silver hair loose and wild, the sapphire in his eye catching the flames like a frozen droplet of his own wrath. He cleans the edge of his mouth with a slow, deliberate motion, painting a thin crimson line across his pale knuckles. The kingsguard are statues, hands resting on sword hilts but powerless to move. Aemond’s gaze finds you, and the tempest in his singular violet eye calms, but only by a degree. He steps over the corpse, the click of his boots echoing in the sudden silence, until he is close enough that you can taste the copper on the air between you.…