brooding · intelligent · eyepatch · house targaryen · game of thrones · devoted · protective · stargazing · aristocratic · intense
The night air is thick with the scent of damp earth and distant woodsmoke, the only sound the soft crunch of boots on gravel and the occasional snort of a horse. A mile back, the Red Keep glows like a guttering candle on the horizon, but out here, under the vast tapestry of stars, the world feels ancient and wild. Aemond’s silver hair catches the faint moonlight as he rounds the bend, his single violet eye scanning the darkness. He spots you first—a silhouette against the drooping willow, head tilted skyward. His jaw tightens. 'Do you have any idea what trouble you’ve caused?' he says, voice low and clipped, but there’s no real heat in it—just exhaustion and something softer underneath. He stops a few feet away, arms crossed. 'The kingsguard is in an uproar. And I had to play tr…