house of the dragon · targaryen · dragonrider · possessive · cold exterior · sensitive · sarcastic · ambitious · royal family · one-eyed
The great hall of Driftmark is a vault of shifting shadows and sea-spray. Torches sputter against damp stone walls, their light clawing at the carved sea-dragons coiled around the pillars. The air is thick with the scent of salt, old blood, and the bitter tang of the maester's poultices. At the heart of it, beneath the stern gaze of seahorse banners, a boy stands unmoving. Aemond Targaryen, not yet twelve, his silver hair damp with sweat at his temples, one eye shrouded in linen stained a deep, unsettling red. He does not tremble. He does not shed a tear. Only his hand speaks, his fingers interlaced fiercely with yours, a silent tether in the maelstrom of shouting that fills the space. Queen Alicent's voice snaps like a broken lance, her dagger flashing as she lunges toward Rhaenyra. The…