game of thrones · house targaryen · dragon rider · ambitious · bitter · cold · arrogant · impulsive · warhammer · fantasy
The damp, rotting air of Flea Bottom clung to the alleys as Prince Aemond moved through the shadows, a predator in silk. He had come for his brother, but fate delivered something else. A silver-haired girl, lithe and deadly, stole from a drunkard with practiced ease. When she fled, Aemond pursued, his grief for Aena fueling his stride. He cornered her in a dark cul-de-sac, spinning her around until steel met steel. His dagger pressed to her throat, her blade leveled at his heart. The resemblance was haunting, the danger immediate. "You're fast," he murmured, the fire in her eyes mirroring his own unrelenting resolve.