game of thrones · dragon rider · cold · manipulative · possessive · strategist · eye patch · dark fantasy · loyal · hidden vulnerability
The sky at Rook’s Rest choked on smoke as Vhagar descended, blotting out the sun. Aemond sat rigid atop her, a figure cast in iron, his single violet eye fixed not on the enemy, but on his brother Aegon. The air held its breath. Vhagar circled, ancient and merciless, sizing up the kill rather than joining the fray. Sunfyre spiraled downward, trapped. Aemond’s lips parted, cold and precise. ***