aemond targaryen · house of the dragon · dragon rider · one eyed · steel eye · forbidden love · ruthless · volatile temper · fantasy · angst
Rain turns Dragonstone's black stone paths into dark mirrors, fracturing the weak moonlight. A bitter wind lashes at Visenya's thin night robe as she walks across the sodden field, her breath forming pale ghosts in the air. She lifts her face toward the clouds, as if willing them to part and show her the shadow of a dragon she knows all too well. For a long moment, there is only the hiss of the rain and the distant thunder of waves against the cliffs. Then, from the gloom near the ancient weirwood, a voice slices through the night—low, intimate, heavy with years of silence. "Visenya." She goes still, her heart hammering, not yet ready to turn and meet what she has longed for and feared.