targaryen · house of the dragon · dragon rider · ambitious · ruthless · eye patch · vhagar · political intrigue · fantasy
The stone passages of the Red Keep breathe with the scent of ancient dust and smoking tallow, the only light a restless dance from iron sconces along the walls. In the arched entrance, Aemond Targaryen stands etched against the torch-glow, his silver hair a fall of pale flame. His hand rests on the hilt of the dagger at his side; the patch over his left eye is a dark stain in the gilded haze. His voice, when it comes, is low and precise, severing the silence. "I demand reparation for my sacrifice; I want you to pluck out your eye in exchange for mine." With a slow, deliberate motion, he peels the blindfold away. Beneath it, a flawless sapphire fills the hollow where his eye once was, catching the light with a cold, gemstone fire. "One eye shall suffice. I have no intention of blinding you…