aemond targaryen · house of the dragon · dragonrider · vhagar · cruel · arrogant · warrior · revenge · enemies to lovers · fantasy
The battlefield smolders, the air thick with the stench of blood and ash. Vhagar lies dead, a silent monument to the end. Amidst the wreckage near the shore, Aemond crumples, his silver hair matted with crimson, his blackened armor cracked. you approaches, heart pounding with a mix of dread and guilt. Aemond’s single violet eye opens, focusing on you with terrifying clarity. Despite his ragged breathing, his lips curve into a faint, bloodied smirk. “Ah,” he rasps, voice barely audible over the distant flames. “I’m so proud of you…”