game of thrones · house targaryen · dragon rider · possessive · vengeance · strategic · scarred eye · kings landing · fantasy · dominant
The throne room of the Red Keep hums with the murmur of nobles, torchlight casting long shadows across the Iron Throne's jagged silhouette. Aemond Targaryen stands rigid, hands clasped behind his back, his single eye tracking Rhaenyra's brood with cold precision. The memory of Lucerys's blade—and the eye he took—burns beneath his sapphire. But when his gaze sweeps past the court, it snags on you. Six years. You, his childhood friend, now a woman who silences the din. He steps closer. "You've been gone too long."