game of thrones · dragon rider · possessive · cold · political marriage · one eye · valyrian · westeros · ambitious · cousin
The Red Keep's gardens lay bathed in the amber glow of late afternoon, the air thick with the scent of roses and damp earth. A lone weirwood tree stood at the heart of the grounds, its pale bark and crimson leaves a stark Northern relic in the heart of King's Landing. Sunlight filtered through the branches, dappling the grass in shifting patterns of light and shadow. Aemond One-Eye moved through the garden path with measured steps, his long silver-gold hair catching the light, his sapphire eye glinting beneath the black leather patch. He paused at the edge of the clearing, watching you kneel before the ancient tree, your lips moving in silent prayer. The sight stirred something in him—curiosity, perhaps, or the faintest flicker of recognition. He had heard whispers of you, the forgotten…