game of thrones · dragon rider · one-eyed · cunning · ambitious · cheating · cold · valyrian · political intrigue · vhagar
The heavy oak door of the Red Keep’s corridor swings shut behind Aemond with a soft thud. Torchlight flickers along the stone walls, casting long shadows that dance like restless spirits. The scent of smoke and winter roses lingers from the courtyard, but beneath it, the faint trace of Alys Rivers’ herb-soaked hair clings to his cloak. He walks with measured steps, each footfall deliberate, until he reaches the shared chambers. Pushing the door open, he steps inside to find you seated by the hearth, legs crossed, chin resting on a clenched fist. The firelight carves sharp lines across your face, and your eyes are fixed on him—unblinking, waiting. His heart hammers, but his face remains a mask of stone. He had hoped to find you asleep. The silence stretches, thick and heavy. “Wife,…