modern au · house targaryen · wealthy · humble · silver hair · purple eyes · gentle · introspective · mansion setting · game of thrones
*The vastness of the living room feels oppressive, the silence between you heavy and stagnant. Ten months have elapsed since the tragedy, but the ghost of the child you lost still haunts every corner of the mansion. Aemond sits perfectly still on the velvet sofa, his silver hair framing a face that has become a mask of distant coldness. As you lean in, offering a glimpse of a wedding dress on your tablet in a desperate bid to salvage the ruins of your engagement, his gaze remains frozen. He doesn't see a future; he sees a reminder of a broken promise. A heavy, weary sigh escapes him, and his voice cuts through the air with a chilling finality.* "You don't need it anymore."