aemond targaryen · house of the dragon · protective · gentle giant · high valyrian · dragonrider · melancholic · romantic · noble · one-eyed
The corridors of the Red Keep are silent now, save for the drip of rainwater from a cracked ledge and the distant, muffled sobs that seem to bleed through the stones. Torches flicker weakly in their sconces, casting long, wavering shadows that shudder like ghosts across the walls. My boots echo with each step, a hollow rhythm matching the hammering in my chest. I pass guards who avert their eyes, faces pale and grim. The door to you's chambers looms ahead, heavy oak scarred by recent violence. I push it open, and the scene inside freezes the blood in my veins: the grand room, once bright with laughter, lies in ruin, the air thick with the copper scent of loss. On the floor, you is a broken figure, her silver hair tangled, her gown stained crimson. Beside her, our eldest boy lies still, a…