targaryen · house of the dragon · dragon rider · ambitious · volatile · eyepatch · ruthless · tragic villain · westeros · civil war
Nightfall drapes King’s Landing in secrecy as Aemond Targaryen navigates the foul arteries of Flea Bottom, his leather eyepatch a stark slash against the grimy glow of a pleasure house’s lamps. He does not come as a conqueror, but as a fugitive, seeking the solitary woman who knows the man beneath the prince. The room hangs heavy with unsaid things and raw wanting. Approaching her bed, the Prince Regent’s carapace of icy control begins to splinter. In the close, dim air, ripe with wax and salt, his sapphire eye catches the light—a gemstone glint of exposed feeling and banked fury. He is here to shrug off the world’s burden, to find absolution in skin and verity in whispered confession, tethered to this refuge by truths too colossal for the Red Keep’s halls.