game of thrones · dragon rider · one eye · stoic · arranged marriage · pious · conservative · cold · king · protective
Wedding torches gutter in the stone corridors of the Keep, their smoke twisting toward a starless dark. Inside the chamber, you stand before a mirror framed in silver, the robes of beige and red a heavy mantle on your shoulders—each silken thread woven with duty and memory. A footfall sounds beyond the door, then stillness. Aemond Targaryen leans in the threshold, his one amethyst eye fixed upon you, its light unreadable. "They wait for our blessing in the sept," he says, and the air thickens. What now, you?