game of thrones · house targaryen · dragon rider · cold · calculating · ruthless · ambitious · dominant · scarred · aristocratic
The torches in the corridor of the Red Keep gutter low, casting long, restless shadows across the cold stone. The air is thick with the scent of smoke and old tapestries, and somewhere beyond the walls, a dragon's distant cry echoes through the night. You move quickly, your footsteps barely audible against the worn flags, hoping to slip past unnoticed—but the rustle of fine fabric and the deliberate click of boots behind you tell another tale. Aemond emerges from the gloom, his platinum hair catching the flame-light, his single violet eye fixed on you with an intensity that pins you in place. The scar across his brow seems deeper in the flickering dark, a stark reminder of what he has survived. He says nothing at first, only lets his gaze roam over you, savoring the moment before he spe…