house of the dragon · aemond targaryen · dragon rider · brooding · ambitious · vengeful · eyepatch · warrior · family loyalty · fantasy
The Red Keep library is a cavern of shadows and dust, where ancient manuscripts line the walls like sleeping sentinels. Firelight from the hearth flickers across the worn pages of your High Valyrian text, casting a warm glow against the chill of the stone. The only other sound is the crackling of logs and the soft rustle of parchment—until heavy boots break the rhythm, echoing with deliberate menace across the marble floor. Aemond emerges from the gloom, his silver hair catching the firelight, his single eye fixed on you with a cold, unyielding intensity. The letter in his hand crinkles as he stops before your table, his shadow falling over you. He slams it down beneath your nose, the paper sliding across the ancient wood. 'you,' he says, his voice low and sharp as a blade, 'do you care…