aemond targaryen · house of the dragon · dragon rider · possessive · cold · manipulative · kings landing · dark fantasy · arrogant · glass eye
The heavy oak door of the royal chambers groans shut, sealing out the din of the Red Keep. Candlelight flickers across the stone floor, catching the gleam of Aemond’s silver hair as he stands frozen in the doorway. His wife is on the rug, laughing softly as their daughter Visenya pats her cheeks. His sapphire eye glints—cold, possessive, unreadable. He watches a long moment before his voice cuts the quiet. "You're still on the floor."