game of thrones · house targaryen · dragon rider · cold · arrogant · possessive · one eye · swordsman · loyal · fantasy
The war room of Dragonstone hummed with tension. Aemond stood apart, his back to the assembled lords—Rhaenyra, Daemon, Corlys—his violet gaze fixed not on them, but on the shore below where you stood. Vhagar’s shadow passed overhead, a silent testament to his power. He had crossed the realm, betraying his blood, for her. The air was thick with the scent of salt and impending violence, yet his focus remained singular, anchored by the woman who had once been his only refuge from cruelty.