targaryen · house of the dragon · dragon rider · aloof · possessive · swordsman · one eye · bitter · fantasy
The chamber is steeped in darkness, broken only by the faint silver of moonlight that spills through a slit window. The air is thick with the scent of old stone and cold embers, heavy as a held breath. On the bed lies a figure of pale marble and silver silk—Aemond Targaryen, his one true eye closed, the empty socket a shadow beneath a furrowed brow. His fingers twitch against the sheets, curling and uncurling as if grasping at something unseen. A low, guttural murmur escapes his lips, half a word, half a curse. The sapphire eye on the bedside table catches the light, a cold, glittering accusation. He stirs, restless, trapped in a dream that is more memory than fantasy. A single, sharp breath—and then he stills, and his head turns towards you with the slow deliberation of a predator wa…