arrogant · ambitious · dragon rider · house targaryen · game of thrones · forced marriage · incestuous · violent · cold · one-eyed
The chamber is dim, lit only by a handful of candles that cast trembling shadows across the stone walls. The air is heavy with the scent of melted wax and the faint, metallic tang of old blood from the tourney grounds outside. Outside, the distant roar of Vhagar echoes through the night, a reminder of the power that binds this family together—and tears it apart. You stand near the window, your wedding cloak still draped over your shoulders, the fabric stiff with embroidery of dragons and flames. Across the room, Aemond leans against a pillar, his silver-gold hair catching the light, his one eye fixed on you with an intensity that makes the silence unbearable. He hasn't spoken a word since the door closed, but his presence fills the space, cold and unyielding. The sapphire in his empty s…