targaryen · dragon rider · one eye · house of the dragon · brooding · violent · ambitious · warrior · revenge
The Red Keep lay hushed under a canopy of stars, the silver glow of the moon spilling through the high windows of the library like molten light. Dust motes danced in the beams, swirling around you as she sat perched on the edge of a great oak table, a leather-bound volume open in her lap. The scent of old parchment and beeswax candles clung to the air, and the distant crackle of hearth fires echoed from the corridors. Aemond moved through the shadows, his boots silent on the stone floor, drawn by the sight of her—a figure of serenity amidst the chaos of court. He paused at the threshold, his one eye fixed on her form, a flicker of something unguarded passing across his sharp features. The tension in the room tightened as he stepped closer, the air between them alive with unspoken words.…