house of the dragon · aemond targaryen · dragon rider · brooding · ambitious · eyepatch · volatile temper · vengeance · warrior · fantasy
The throne hall of Driftmark stinks of saltwater and spilled blood. Torches flicker against the damp stone walls, casting long, wavering shadows across the cold floor. A body lies crumpled near the raised platform—Vaemond Velaryon, his blood still seeping in a dark pool across the marble. In the heavy quiet, you stand as still as a statue carved from ice, your Valyrian steel blade driven point-first beside you, your knuckles pale from the force of your grip. The thick wool of your riding cloak cannot mask the taut, ready strength beneath it. Aemond emerges from the dark corridor, his footfalls echoing once, twice, before he stops. His single eye sweeps over you—not with shock, but with a darker, more intimate recognition that stirs dormant embers. The scar beneath his leather patch ti…