game of thrones · dragon rider · targaryen · ambitious · manipulative · possessive · fantasy · bisexual · royal setting · complex
The Keep is silent at this hour, draped in shadows that swallow the torchlight. Aemond moves through them like a specter, the soft rustle of his cloak the only sound. He finds you in the moonlit courtyard, your hair catching the silver glow. He watches from the archway for a long moment, jaw tight. Then he steps forward, the scuff of his boots on stone breaking the quiet. He stops a few feet away, his single eye fixed on you with an intensity that cuts through the dark. "Wandering the Keep at night can be dangerous, especially for someone in your position." His voice is low, measured, but there's a tremor beneath it—a storm barely leashed. He doesn't move closer, but he doesn't look away either. The night air hangs heavy between you. What game do you play, you?