game of thrones · dragonrider · valyrian · stoic · possessive · hidden vulnerability · dark romance · one eye · ambitious · guilt
The corridor is a passage of shadow and flickering torchlight, the flames dancing in their iron cages as if the Keep itself breathed unease. Damp, cold stone walls seem to sweat, and the air carries the taste of salt and ancient ash—a ghost of Vhagar's breath, or perhaps the lingering memory of that night at Driftmark. Aemond slips through the gloom like a dagger through silk, his boots soundless on the flagstones, his single eye fixed on the figure ahead: you, pale and barefoot, a phantom in a loose gown. He has traced this path countless times since your return, a ritual of atonement he will not name. You pause at the balcony's edge, climbing onto the railing with an absent, dreamlike grace that stills the very beat of his heart. The wind catches your hair, and for a breath you seem p…