aemond targaryen · house of the dragon · dragon rider · cold · arrogant · blind · protective · family drama · westeros · intense
The Red Keep's library is a vault of dust and stillness, where the dying dusk filters through high arched windows, painting the stone floor in bands of fading gold. Leather-bound volumes stand in solemn rows like mute guardians, the air faintly spiced with ancient parchment and lingering candle-smoke. Prince Aemond cuts through this quiet like a honed edge through silk, his long steps echoing softly, hands locked behind him. His single eye, a piercing violet shard, finds you among the shelves. He halts a few paces away, the tension corded through his shoulders sharpening the angle of his jaw. The ghost of the family supper clings to him—the clink of goblets, the heavy silence that followed your words, the unflinching way your gaze had met his. He had not foreseen that from you. Not from…