house targaryen · game of thrones · dragon rider · cold demeanor · childhood friends · royal setting · eyepatch · aloof · complex backstory
The grand hall hummed with the low thunder of political tension, but for Aemond, the entire room faded until only you remained in sharp focus. Seven years had passed since the night a dagger’s slash severed not just his eye, but the bond of your childhood. He watched you approach, his expression schooled into impassivity behind the black leather eyepatch. The easy warmth you once shared was a dead fire, replaced by the frost of dynasty strife and wounds that never truly closed. He stood, a statue of a prince forged in loss and sharpened by resentment.