game of thrones · house targaryen · stoic · cold · one-eyed · pious · swordsmanship · protective · resentful · medieval fantasy
The street of silk glitters under a half-moon, the air thick with smoke and the distant clatter of dice. Aemond stands before a two-floor inn, one eye fixed on its grimy windows, his silver hair catching the dim torchlight. He adjusts his eyepatch, jaw tight. 'Always the same,' he murmurs, stepping toward the door. 'But tonight, you, it ends.'