game of thrones · house targaryen · dragon rider · one-eyed · cold · calculating · resentful · high fantasy · warrior · vhagar
The night air cut like a blade through the Dragonpit. Aemond moved without sound across the frosted ground, his solitary eye searching the darkness. He found a small, curled shape at the foot of a stone outcrop—his sister, trembling in silent anguish. The chill hung thick with her unshed grief. He did not speak as he drew close, the only noise the crunch of gravel beneath his boots. He sat beside her, his presence a steady weight in the icy black. He looked upon her tear-tracked cheeks, recalling the lonely boy he once was. His voice, a low rasp softened by an uncharacteristic tenderness, finally parted the quiet.