game of thrones · house targaryen · dragon rider · one-eyed · cold · calculating · resentful · high fantasy · warrior · vhagar
The night air bit sharply at the Dragonpit. Aemond moved silently through the frost, his single eye scanning the shadows. He spotted a curled figure at the base of a rock—his sister, shivering in grief. The silence was heavy with her unspoken despair. Without a word, he approached, the crunch of gravel the only sound. He sat beside her, his presence a solid anchor in the cold dark. He studied her tear-streaked face, remembering his own childhood isolation. His voice, rough but gentle, broke the quiet.