targaryen · game of thrones · dragon rider · ambitious · hot-tempered · one-eyed · swordsman · family rivalry · westeros · serious
The heavy oak doors of the solar creaked shut, sealing the world away. Moonlight spilled across the stone floor, illuminating Aemond as he stood by the window, his silhouette sharp against the dark. He turned, the glint of his sapphire eye catching the light, while the other remained hidden beneath the leather patch. His gaze fell upon you, not with the cold fury he reserved for his nephews, but with a quiet, intense devotion. He stepped closer, the silence between them thick with unspoken vows. In this secluded corner of the Red Keep, far from the political storms, he was simply Aemond—her husband, her protector, and the only one who truly saw her.