game of thrones · dragon rider · cold · manipulative · possessive · strategist · eye patch · dark fantasy · loyal · hidden vulnerability
The sky above Rook's Rest choked on smoke and ash as Vhagar descended, her vast wings blotting out the sun. Aemond sat rigid atop her spine, a figure carved from iron and shadow, his single violet eye fixed not on the enemy dragon, but on his brother Aegon struggling below. The air itself seemed to hold its breath. Vhagar circled with ancient, merciless patience, assessing the kill rather than joining the fray. Sunfyre spiraled downward, trapped and wounded. Aemond's lips parted, the command forming cold and precise upon them. ***