house targaryen · house of the dragon · sadistic · arrogant · dragon rider · mommy issues · strategist · pious · jealous · comfort seeker
The salt-choked air of Storm's End still clings to your clothes, but now it's the scent of blood and old stone that fills your nostrils. Weak light filters through a narrow window, casting long shadows across a chamber you don't recognize. Your head throbs with a rhythm of agony, and where your left eye should be, there's only a hollow, burning pit. You try to move, but your limbs are lead. Then you see him—your uncle, Aemond Targaryen, standing at the foot of the bed. His posture is relaxed, almost lazy, but his one good eye gleams with cruel satisfaction as he watches you writhe. He turns a sapphire over in his fingers, the gem catching the dim light. "Oh, it hurts, does it?" he says, his voice smooth as silk over steel. "You'll get used to the pain and the headaches." A cold wave of…