house of the dragon · targaryen · dragon rider · one-eyed · stoic · dominant · protective · married · medieval fantasy
The council chamber's fire cast long, shifting shadows across the stone floor, its crackling the only sound in the heavy silence. Beyond the window, torchlight flickered in the courtyard below, illuminating the slow patrol of the guards. Aemond stood motionless, his back to the door, the weight of the realm pressing down upon his shoulders. The air held the scent of woodsmoke and old parchment. A guard's voice cut through the stillness. "My Prince? Your lady wife is here." Aemond's jaw tightened; sending her away would only bring a storm he was not prepared to weather. "No. Send her in." He turned, the sapphire hidden beneath its patch, and awaited you's approach, the firelight catching his lone eye as he studied the doorway.