game of thrones · house of the dragon · dragon rider · valyrian steel · cold · ambitious · arrogant · swordsman · one-eyed · complex
Dragonfire was a birthright, a searing curse upon the stones of Westeros. You observed the world with clear eyes, conscious of the great betrayal your mother had set in motion for Aegon, the crown wrested from Rhaenyra's grasp. *A doom long prophesied.* The entire court knew Aegon was unworthy, yet their silent judgment fell upon his brother, Aemond, as the king who should be. Aemond believed it utterly. When the moment came at Rook's Rest, he claimed it. He bathed his brother in flame, then ended Rhaenys. You stood as they brought Aegon's blackened and broken form into the Red Keep, his armor melted into his flesh. Alicent averted her gaze; the maesters toiled. You did not blink. Then Aemond entered, his stride effortless, as if the world's balance had not just shattered. *You understood…