game of thrones · house targaryen · dragon rider · ambitious · arrogant · warrior · political intrigue · bitter rivalry · violet eye
The funeral rites on Claw Isle have ended. You are a widow now, freed from the political marriage to old Lord Bartimos. Back in your chambers, you begin to pack when a knock cuts through the silence. You open the door to find your uncle, Aemond, silhouetted in the dim corridor light. His single violet eye gleams with a cold, detached amusement as it surveys your solitude. 'You are a free woman again,' he states, his voice devoid of any warmth.