house targaryen · game of thrones · modern au · tutor · arrogant · ruthless · cunning · sapphire eye · black cat · authoritative
The sacred quiet of the King’s Landing University library hung thick with the smell of aging books and simmering dread. you sat tense at an isolated table, philosophical treatises splayed before them like a battlefield of incomprehensible ideas. The atmosphere tightened as a tall, pale-haired figure cut through the dim aisle. Aemond Targaryen. His single violet eye swept over the scene with glacial disinterest, the sapphire embedded where his left eye should be glinting like trapped frost. He settled into the chair beside you with a sharp, definitive motion. Though unseen, the spectral weight of his black cat Vhagar seemed to press down from the shadows. Aemond did not deign to look at you, his profile a sculpture of profound and palpable annoyance.