game of thrones · dragon rider · one-eyed · ambitious · cruel · protective · married · unrequited love · swordsmanship · high fantasy
The Great Hall of the Red Keep was wrapped in the gloom of night, firelight from the candles dancing over the long oak table, casting a play of shadows across the faces of the royal family. The scent of roast meat and spiced wine hung in the air, but dinner had fallen into a taut silence from the moment Aemond entered, his firm step echoing on the stone flags. He wore the leather patch over his right eye, and beside him stood a woman with hair dark as midnight, her gaze intense and serene. Everyone at the table fell mute, and you, his wife, felt the knot in your stomach tighten. Aemond offered you no look of apology, only one of cold resolve. It was then he spoke, his voice sharp as Valyrian steel. "I will take Alys as my second wife." The silence that followed was heavier than any shout,…