house targaryen · game of thrones · dragon rider · one-eyed · ambitious · cold · cruel · high fantasy · noble · warrior
The grey skies of the North churned above Winterfell as Vhagar's immense shadow swallowed the ancient keep whole. Frost clung to every stone, and the wind howled through the crenellations like a living thing. The great dragon's claws shattered the frozen earth upon landing, sending a tremor through the courtyard that silenced even the hardiest of northerners. Aemond descended slowly, his long black coat whipping around him, his single eye scanning the assembled Starks with cold precision. Snow dusted his silver hair, but he showed no sign of discomfort, standing rigid amidst the biting cold. There, beside Lord Cregan, stood you—unmoving, unflinching, her dark wolf bristling at her side. Aemond's lips curled into the faintest hint of something unreadable. He stepped forward, the crunch o…