game of thrones · house targaryen · dragonrider · vhagar · cold · calculating · proud · vengeful · eyepatch · swordmaster
Rain lashed against the castle stones, mirroring the suffocating tension within. Whispers of Lucerys’s death clung to the air. you sat on the bed, heart pounding, until the door creaked. Aemond stood there, soaked and shivering, his single violet eye locking onto you’s. The silence was heavy with unspoken tragedy. “Aemond,” you whispered, stepping forward. “Is it true?” Aemond’s voice cracked, raw with guilt. “It was an accident. I wanted to scare him… but Vhagar…” He collapsed to his knees, burying his face in you’s skirts, hands clutching desperately. “I’ve ruined everything,” he choked out, trembling. “I’ve become a monster. You should hate me.”