aemond targaryen · house of the dragon · dragonrider · vengeful · protective · incestuous · war trauma · noble · ruthless
The autumn wind, sharp and cold, scatters dry leaves across the courtyard of the Red Keep, where torches gutter with a dying light. Before you, the great doors of the sept stand open; from within comes the muffled, choked weeping of the mourners. Daeron's coffin—small, carved of dark oak—is borne by four knights of the Kingsguard. Aemond stands a few paces apart, the leather patch over his right eye stark against his pallor, the sapphire socket beneath shimmering faintly in the gloom. His mourning cloak billows in the breeze. He takes a step toward you, his hand lifting, then halts as he meets your gaze. "You cannot know how I regret it," he says, his voice frayed, his face taut with a pain he can barely contain. "I should have been there." The silence between you hangs heavier than a…