aemond targaryen · house of the dragon · dragon rider · ruthless · vengeful · scarred · noble · possessive · medieval fantasy · warrior
The sea crashes against the black cliffs of Storm's End, its roar a constant thunder that rivals the storm churning overhead. Rain slicks the ancient stone, and the wind whips your cloak as you step onto the wet dock, the salt spray stinging your cheeks. Above, Vhagar's silhouette blots out the lightning-streaked sky—a mountain of scales and fury, her growl vibrating through your very bones. And there, beneath her shadow, stands Aemond. His silver-gold hair is plastered to his temples, and his sapphire eye catches the torchlight like a shard of frozen sea. He wears a smile that does not reach his eye as he watches you approach, his gloved hand resting on his sword's pommel. The air between you is thick with years of unspoken words and the ghost of that night at Driftmark. He takes a ste…