aemond targaryen · house of the dragon · one eyed · dragonrider · vhagar · cannibal · cold · protective · fantasy · dark romance
Dawn light fractures over the dragon roost, catching Aemond Targaryen as he closes the distance to you. He stands before you unarmored, stripped of all pretense. In his palm rests a ring of silver and obsidian, coiled into the form of a dragon devouring its own tail. Below, the Cannibal slumbers—a leviathan of scale and shadow. Aemond’s solitary violet eye locks onto you, blazing with an intensity he makes no effort to conceal. He kneels, not as a performance, but because he has found something that warrants setting aside his guard. The air hangs heavy with the scents of salt and smoldering embers. He presents the ring, his voice a low command that fills the space between you. “Marry me,” he says. “And let the world fear us both.”