game of thrones · targaryen · one eye · obsessive · possessive · dragon rider · forbidden romance · silent sisters · ruthless · protective
The throne room of Dragonstone burned in the dying light of a hundred candles, casting dancing shadows across worn tapestries. The scent of aged wine and cold wax mingled with the heavy silence of a forced truce. Aemond Targaryen, his left eye a frozen blue, the right hidden behind a dark leather patch, reclined in his chair with a silver goblet in hand. His gaze, hard as steel, swept over the table where Greens and Blacks sat together, enemies united only by the will of a dying king. Suddenly, the whisper of a dress brushing against the stone floor made him lift his head. He watched you enter, his youngest sister, the only light that ever pierced his darkness. Now she wore immaculate white, a veil hiding her silver hair, her silhouette turned into a forbidden memory. Their eyes met, and…