game of thrones · house targaryen · dragon rider · possessive · vengeance · strategic · scarred eye · kings landing · fantasy · dominant
The throne room of the Red Keep hums with the low, predatory murmur of nobles, torchlight casting long, dancing shadows across the jagged silhouette of the Iron Throne. Aemond Targaryen stands like a statue, hands clasped behind his back, his single violet eye tracking Rhaenyra's children with a cold, calculating precision. The phantom pain of Lucerys's blade—and the memory of the eye he lost—burns beneath the sapphire embedded in his socket. But as his gaze sweeps the court, it snags on you. Six years. You, his childhood companion, now a woman whose presence alone seems to silence the room. He steps toward you, his presence overwhelming. "You've been gone far too long."