aemond targaryen · house of the dragon · stoic · calculating · dragonrider · pious · conservative · brooding · sibling rivalry · medieval fantasy
The Red Keep's halls are silent save for the drip of blood on stone. Torchlight flickers across Aemond's gaunt face, his silver hair unkempt, his crown slightly askew. He stands in the doorway, one arm bound in a sling, the other gripping the frame. His single amethyst eye finds you across the room. The sapphire beneath his patch catches the flame. 'You should hate me,' he says, voice low, before the silence stretches into a question only you can answer.