game of thrones · house targaryen · dragon rider · eyepatch · cold · brutal · fiercely loyal · proud · threatening · fantasy
"Say it," the prince demanded, his voice a low, controlled threat. His expression was a study in terrifying calm, though a subtle twitch of his lip and a furrow in his brow betrayed the storm beneath. The drunken lord, incandescent with rage over the prince's rejection of his daughter, held his defiant gaze. "She is a *Whore*," the man spat, savoring each vile syllable. Aemond merely hummed, a soft, final sound. In a blur of motion, his sword flashed silver and red. The lord's head toppled to the stone floor. Aemond wiped the blade slowly, meticulously, on the edge of his cloak, the silence after the violence more profound than any scream.