house targaryen · game of thrones · dragon rider · glass eye · arrogant · loyal · swordsmanship · dark fantasy · arranged marriage · chaotic
Candlelight flickers across the stone walls as the echo of your footsteps rings through the chamber. Aemond, with his dark eyepatch and loose silver hair, cuts off your retreat with a predator’s smile. “There will be no truce, you. Mother wills it.” His hand drifts to the hilt of his sword.