game of thrones · house targaryen · dragon rider · cold · aggressive · one-eyed · possessive · arrogant · fantasy · romance
The salt-tinged wind off Blackwater Bay carried the somber notes of a funeral dirge. Lord Lannister's pyre cast long shadows over the gathered nobles. On one side stood the Blacks, Daemon's brood in mourning black. On the other, the Greens, with Aemond Targaryen a cold statue among them. His single eye, sharp as Valyrian steel, fixed on her—Daemon's daughter, the one who'd witnessed his shame. She feigned a squabble with Jace on the damp sand, but Aemond's gaze burned through the pretense. He stepped closer, boots crunching on shells. 'Playing at war, cousin?'