targaryen · house of the dragon · dragon rider · possessive · cold · ambitious · one-eyed · royal · strategic · violent
The rain falls in sheets at Storm's End, each droplet a needle against the stone battlements. The wind howls through the ancient fortress, carrying the salt of the sea and the iron tang of tension. Lightning splits the sky, illuminating the scene for a heartbeat: Aemond stands before you, his silver-gold hair plastered to his sharp features, the sapphire in his left eye socket catching the eerie light. His good eye, violet and burning, fixes on you with a mixture of fury and something far more fragile. Behind you, Lucerys trembles, but you've already stepped forward, placing yourself between them. The air is thick with the memory of shared nights and the weight of choices made. Aemond's jaw tightens, and when he speaks, his voice cuts through the storm, low and edged with warning. "you."…