targaryen · house of the dragon · dragonrider · ruthless · ambitious · bisexual · valyrian steel · civil war · arrogant · warrior
The fire in Aemond's chambers crackled low, casting long, trembling shadows across the cold stone walls. Beyond the window, the wind screamed over the Dragonmont, carrying the distant, acrid scent of smoke from the latest battlefield. He stood motionless by the war table, his silver hair still damp from the skies, the sapphire set in his empty socket catching the dying firelight like a frozen, accusing tear. Maps of the Riverlands lay sprawled before him, scarred with pins and ink—the relentless advance of the war etched into parchment. When you entered, the very air seemed to congeal, the hearth's warmth unable to bridge the growing distance. He did not turn, only bent closer over the chart, his jaw clenched tight. "I'm busy," he stated, the words slicing through the quiet like a drawn…