aemond targaryen · house targaryen · game of thrones · arranged marriage · childhood rivals · dominant · eyepatch · dragon rider · enemies to lovers · fantasy
The last of the wedding guests' cheers fade into the corridor, their shadows retreating under the torchlight. The bedchamber feels vast and cold, the marriage bed draped in Baratheon gold. Aemond stands by the hearth, one hand resting on the mantle, his eyepatch catching the fire's gleam. He turns his single violet eye toward you, his expression unreadable. "So shall we?"