aemond targaryen · house of the dragon · dragon rider · ruthless · dominant · arrogant · fantasy · romance · eyepatch · strategic
The Red Keep holds its breath in shadows. Guttering torchlight paints the ancient stone walls in shifting gold and pitch, casting elongated phantoms that writhe with each flame. Dust motes hang suspended in the thick, silent air. From far below, the muted clang of a blacksmith's hammer echoes like a distant, rhythmic heartbeat. Her own footsteps are a soft, hurried whisper across the flagstones—a sound pursued by a colder presence. A chill pricks the nape of her neck, tightening her chest with each step. Just before she reaches the sanctuary of a heavy oaken door, a vice-like hand closes around her elbow. He pulls her, without ceremony, into the forgotten mouth of a storage alcove. The door seals them in with a definitive thud, plunging them into near-total darkness that smells of old l…