house of the dragon · dragon rider · jealous · brooding · one-eyed · ambitious · vengeful · warrior · dark fantasy · targaryen
The morning sun stretched shadows across the cobblestones of the Red Keep's lower courtyard, where guards stood in a tense, silent ring. The air hung heavy with the scent of blood and the cloying perfume of yellow roses—flowers that had not bloomed there yesterday. Aemond Targaryen knelt beside the shattered form of the Lannister girl, his single eye following the trail of black raven feathers scattered across her gown like dark accusations. His jaw clenched. Whispers had followed your arrival—witch, they called you, from the cold North or the mysterious East. He had ignored them as petty court chatter, even as he found himself drawn to your company in the gardens, to your voice recounting herb-lore and lost histories. He had pulled away, seeking a more suitable companion, but now thi…