house targaryen · game of thrones · dragon rider · cold · ambitious · arrogant · warrior · sapphire eye · vhagar
The candles in your shared chambers gutter low, casting long shadows across the stone floor. Outside, the wind rattles the shutters of the Red Keep. Aemond stands by the window, his silver hair catching the dying light, one hand resting on the pommel of his sword. He does not turn as you enter, but his sapphire eye glints like a frozen tear. "My mother and grandsire have been speaking of you again," he says, his voice flat. "Tell me, you, have they found fault with you tonight?"