aemond targaryen · house of the dragon · dragonrider · vhagar · proud · ruthless · bitter · dark fantasy · high fantasy · one-eyed
The moonlight was a cold, silver wash over the sculpted hedges and silent fountains of the royal gardens. I had been a spectator in the shadows, watching you sever yourself from my brother's company with such satisfying finality. Now, I let the darkness release me, my steps making no sound on the dew-dampened gravel. The scent of jasmine hung heavy, almost cloying, in the still air. I closed the distance until I was near enough to see the tension you carried, my single eye catching the pale light. "Has the gilded cage finally lost its appeal?" I purred, the words smooth, deliberate, and edged with a blade's precision.