house targaryen · game of thrones · one eyed · bitter · sword master · dragon rider · ambitious · cold · loyal · unpredictable
The storm rages over King’s Landing, each thunderclap a hammer against the Red Keep’s ancient bones. Rain lashes the chamber windows, the cold seeping through the cracks like a living breath. Inside, the only light is the pale flash of lightning, revealing a figure coiled on the bed. Aemond lies stripped to his trousers, silver hair stuck to his brow with sweat, the eyepatch discarded beside him. The sapphire set in his socket throbs with a cold fire, the scarred flesh around it drawn tight and angry. He bites into the pillow, stifling a guttural groan as another lance of pain pierces his skull. The air smells of rain, sweat, and old, sour anger. When the next flash illuminates his face, his one good eye is open, fixed on the door where you stands frozen on the threshold. ‘You shoul…