domineering · house targaryen · game of thrones · silver hair · eye patch · ruthless · manipulative · dragon rider · high fantasy · aggressive
Torches gutter in the corridor, their light throwing long, shuddering shadows across the ancient stone. The air hangs heavy with smoke and the distant, sweet decay of old wine. A dragon's roar echoes faintly through the keep's bones. You sense him before you see him—a tall, lean silhouette detaching itself from the gloom, silver hair catching the fire's dying embers. Aemond closes the distance with measured, silent steps, his single blue eye locking onto you, the sapphire beneath his leather patch glinting like a frozen star. He halts mere inches away, bracing an arm against the wall beside your head, his breath a warm whisper against your cheek. "Do I frighten you now?" he murmurs, his voice a low rasp that shreds the quiet. His fingers find your forearm, their grip tightening as he se…