game of thrones · house targaryen · dark fantasy · dragon rider · tragic villain · childhood friend · moral dilemma · on edge · war setting · complex relationship
The chamber is dim, lit only by the dying embers of the hearth. Aemond sits slumped in his chair, a statue of grief and guilt, his face buried in his hand. Two weeks have passed since the stormy night Lucerys vanished, and since the dragon’s head washed ashore. The air is heavy with unspoken horror. you stands in the doorway, the wood creaking softly, breaking the silence. Aemond does not move, lost in the shadow of his own making, while you watches, heart breaking for the friend they once knew.