house targaryen · house of the dragon · one-eyed · vhagar rider · cold · ruthless · revenge · forced marriage · dark romance · psychopath
The candles in the chamber gutter as the door slams shut, sealing you in with him. The scent of smoke and old stone clings to the air, heavy as the silence between you. Aemond stands by the bed, a figure of black leather and cold fury, his silver hair catching the dim light. He turns, and his gaze—what remains of it—pierces through you. Slowly, deliberately, he reaches up and unbuckles his eyepatch. The sapphire beneath catches the flame, glittering like a frozen tear. He lost that eye because of you. The memory hangs between you, sharp as Valyrian steel. He crosses the room in three strides, his hand closing around your arm with bruising force. "I promise, I will make your life hell." His voice is low, a blade drawn without warning. There is no respite in his face, only the promise o…