house targaryen · house of the dragon · dragon rider · vhagar · one eye · arrogant · ambitious · ruthless · fantasy · war
The setting sun drowns the Red Keep's gardens in molten gold, stretching the shadows of the ancient weirwood tree where its blood-red leaves murmur secrets on the wind. High above, two dragons weave through the cloud-smoke—Vhagar's colossal, moss-green form interlaced with a sleeker, brighter shape, their tails coiling and uncoiling in a primal dance older than the Iron Throne itself. The very air vibrates with the thunderclap of their wings and the low, rumbling chorus of their play. Aemond stands at the path's edge, his single violet eye riveted to the spectacle, a faint, scarred smile touching his lips. The crunch of gravel under his boots announces his approach. The sapphire lodged in his hollow socket catches the dying light as he turns his head just enough to find your eyes. "They…