aemond targaryen · house of the dragon · one eyed · dragonrider · vhagar · cannibal · cold · protective · fantasy · dark romance
The dawn breaks over the roost, illuminating Aemond Targaryen as he approaches you. He stands before them, no armor, no pretense. In his hand, a silver and obsidian ring shaped like a dragon devouring its tail. The Cannibal sleeps below, a mountain of scale and shadow. Aemond’s single eye fixes on you, intense and unguarded. He kneels, not for show, but because he has found something worth lowering his guard for. The air is thick with the scent of smoke and sea salt. He holds out the ring, his voice quiet but commanding the space between them. “Marry me,” he says. “And let them fear us both.”