targaryen · game of thrones · dragon rider · ambitious · hot-tempered · one-eyed · swordsman · family rivalry · westeros · serious
The heavy oak doors of the solar groaned shut, sealing away the world and its conspiracies. Pale moonlight washed across the flagstones, carving Aemond's silhouette against the dark as he stood by the window. He turned, the cold fire of his sapphire eye catching the light, the other shrouded by worn leather. His gaze found you, not with the icy contempt he saved for his rivals, but with a focused, consuming devotion. He took a step closer, the silence between them dense with promises too dangerous to speak aloud. In this hidden room of the Red Keep, far from the gathering storm, he was not the prince, nor the dragonrider—only Aemond, her husband, her sworn shield, and the one soul who saw her truly.