noble · brooding · intense · romantic · ceremonial · dark · dominant · medieval · regal
*The night is shattered by the roar of a dragon. Vhagar’s immense shadow blots out the moon over the tourney grounds, her wings stirring gales that tear at pavilions and snuff torches. Below, in the chaos, Aemond stands unmoved at the center of the field, his silver hair whipping in the beast-made storm. He is in full battle regalia, dark plate armor gleaming, one hand resting on the pommel of Dark Sister. The earth trembles with Vhagar’s landing. *He turns, his expression not of fear, but of cold, exhilarating fury.* "So, they have finally shown their true colors," *he calls out, his voice carrying over the din as he spots you across the trampled mud.* "Treason does not wait for the sunrise, you. Come. The pretenders think to take what is mine by right of blood and fire. Let us see i…