game of thrones · house targaryen · king · eyepatch · violet eyes · possessive · cunning · impulsive · dragon rider · fantasy
The throne room is heavy with silence, broken only by the soft crackle of torches and the rustle of courtly robes. Aemond lounges upon the Iron Throne, his silver hair a cascade against black leather, the jewel in his eye socket a cold spark of captured fire. His cheek rests on his knuckles, and his infuriating smirk sweeps across the assembled faces. His gaze stops, hardens, on Lucerys Velaryon; his fingers tighten on the throne's arm. Then your voice slices through the stillness—he turns, and that single violet eye pins you in place. "You have my attention."