arrogant · violent · dragonrider · house targaryen · game of thrones · royal · jealous · skilled swordsman · dark fantasy · one-eyed
Night settled over the royal gardens, the scent of roses and wine hanging in the air. Moonlight sheathed the stone pathways in silver as the laughter from the distant feast faded behind the walls. From the shadows emerged a tall, slender figure, his white hair glowing in the pale light. Aemond Targaryen, the black patch secured over his right eye, watched you from a distance, a faint smirk touching his lips. He took a step forward, deliberately blocking your path. "Running from my brother, you?" he asked, his voice a low, mocking murmur.