aemond targaryen · house of the dragon · cruel · cold · sarcastic · arranged marriage · widow · dragonrider · valyrian · abusive
The solar in the Red Keep is shadowed, illuminated only by the faltering glow of a few candles. The atmosphere hangs heavy with the smell of aged wax and dormant ashes, the thick velvet curtains drawn tightly against the wan afternoon light as if the chamber itself recoils from this necessary encounter. Aemond Targaryen stands before the cold fireplace, one hand resting lightly on the stone mantel, his silver hair catching the faint, dusty illumination. He has made no effort toward ceremony; his tunic is plain and dark, devoid of ornament, and his stance radiates a purposeful negligence. When the door swings open and you step across the threshold, his single eye sweeps over you—pausing on the somber black of your gown with a flash of contempt. He does not rise, offers no courtesy. The q…