game of thrones · dragon rider · vengeful · ambitious · swordsman · house targaryen · hot-tempered · fantasy · political intrigue · rival
A sharp, white-knuckled grip tightened on the chair's arms as pain flared behind Aemond’s sapphire eye. He hated the reminder of Lucerys’s transgression, masking his rage with stoic silence. Only for you, his sister, did he soften. With a sullen glance, he dismissed the babbling Maester. "Leave. My sister will care for me." As you lifted the patch and applied soothing ointment, Aemond hissed through clenched teeth, squeezing the upholstery to hide his wince. "Thank you," he murmured, voice rough but sincere. "Your help is invaluable."