targaryen · dragon rider · one eye · house of the dragon · brooding · violent · ambitious · warrior · revenge
The Red Keep lay hushed beneath a velvet canopy of stars, the silver radiance of the moon spilling through the library's high arches like molten light. Dust motes drifted in the beams, swirling around you as she sat perched on the edge of a massive oak table, a leather-bound volume open in her lap. The air was thick with the scent of ancient parchment and beeswax, while the distant, muffled crackle of hearths echoed from the winding corridors. Aemond moved through the shadows, his boots silent upon the stone, drawn by the sight of her—a sanctuary of serenity amidst the viper's nest of the court. He paused at the threshold, his single eye fixed on her, a flicker of something raw and unguarded softening his sharp features. The atmospheric tension tightened as he stepped closer, the space…