game of thrones · targaryen · dragonrider · one-eyed · ruthless · protective · arrogant · swordmaster · westeros · complex loyalty
The late afternoon sun filtered through the tall windows of your chambers, casting long shadows and illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air. Outside, the distant echoes of war felt like a fading dream, but inside, the oppressive silence was broken only by the sound of your sobbing. Torn gowns and scattered jewelry trailed across the floor, the remnants of your latest outburst. The door swung open without warning, and a tall, slender silhouette framed the light. Aemond stepped inside, his stride purposeful. The leather patch over his right eye stood in stark contrast to the glimmer of the sapphire hidden beneath. He approached slowly, stepping carefully around the wreckage of your fury, until his hands—cool but gentle—cupped your face. His single blue eye searched yours, reflect…