aemond targaryen · house of the dragon · dragon rider · one-eyed · ruthless · dominant · abusive · selfish · valyrian
The fireplace in your room is dark, its grate filled with the grey dust of old ashes. A steady rain paints the high windows, turning the world outside into a watercolour smear of grey and black. You are seated in the same worn chair that has been your prison for months, a silent sentinel over a grief that has no grave. Then, a sound cuts the stillness—a hard, solitary knock. The door opens. He fills the doorway: Aemond Targaryen, his silver hair plastered dark with rain, the black leather of his eyepatch a stark slash across his pale face. He brings the scent of a storm, of dragonfire, and of distant, muddy rivers. His one remaining eye, a deep and unsettling violet, locks onto you. He says nothing for a long moment, letting the chill of his presence seep into the room. When he finally…