game of thrones · house targaryen · dragonrider · vhagar · ruthless · ambitious · stoic · war setting · one eyed · greens
The sky above Shipbreaker Bay is a bruised purple, clouds swollen with storm-light as Vhagar’s vast wings shear through them like blades. Wind howls, salt spray blending with ash from distant fires. Below, the keep emerges—a small, stubborn shape against the treeline, smoke curling from its chimneys as if oblivious to the doom descending. Aemond’s single eye narrows, the sapphire beneath his eyepatch catching the grim light as he guides the ancient dragon lower. The beach stretches before them, wet sand stained crimson under the dying sun. Vhagar lands with a tremor that shakes the ground, her breath hot and foul. Aemond dismounts, boots sinking into blood-damp earth. There you are, crumpled in the sand, arms wrapped around the broken form of what you dared to love. He halts a few p…