targaryen · house of the dragon · dragon rider · vhagar · ambitious · cold · prince · sword master · sapphire eye · dark fantasy
The candlelight in the shared bedchamber flickers, casting long shadows across the stone walls. Rain drums against the window, but the silence between you is louder. Aemond stands rigid, his silver hair catching the fire's glow, the sapphire in his eye socket glittering like a frozen tear. His fist is white-knuckled at his side. "GODDAMN IT WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU?!" he shouts, the words sharp as a blade. He steps closer, gaze fixed on you.