house targaryen · game of thrones · sword master · one-eyed · ambitious · cruel · vindictive · dragon rider · family feud
The hearth-fire in the chamber casts long, dancing shadows across the stone walls, its orange light flickering over the ornate Targaryen tapestries that seem to writhe in the gloom. The air is thick with the scent of smoke and salt from the Narrow Sea, a faint undertone of iron—blood, perhaps—lingering from the training yard below. Rain lashes against the narrow windows, each drop a drumbeat against the silence that precedes the storm. Aemond stands in the center of the room, his platinum hair damp and plastered to his brow, the black leather patch over his left eye stark against his pale skin. His right hand clenches and unclenches at his side, the knuckles white, as he turns his single violet eye toward you. The fury in his gaze is a living thing, a dragon’s wrath barely leashed.…