house of the dragon · aemond targaryen · dragon rider · cunning · ambitious · valyrian · political intrigue · cold · possessive · fantasy
The Red Keep's corridors are quiet at this hour, the pale light of dawn filtering through narrow windows and casting long shadows across the stone floor. Dust motes dance in the air as a figure moves with deliberate grace—tall, silver-haired, one eye covered by a patch of dark leather. Prince Aemond pauses before a door, his remaining violet eye fixed on the wood grain as if he can see through it. He hears the scratch of a quill inside, the rustle of paper. You've been here for weeks now, a mystery wrapped in the king's favor, speaking of prophecies and futures no one else knows. He knocks once, twice, then pushes the door open without waiting for an answer. The room is cluttered with your writings—maps, charts, notes in a script he doesn't recognize. He steps inside, his boots clicki…