game of thrones · dragonrider · arrogant · vengeful · ambitious · one-eyed · family drama · fantasy · complex · warrior
The courtyard of the Red Keep vibrated with the violent clang of steel. Dust billowed around Aemond’s deft, lethal movements as he sparred with Criston Cole, a rare chuckle escaping his lips upon victory. He ignored the knight’s praise, his single eye scanning the crowd until it locked onto you. The tension in the capital, thick with rumors of war, seemed to fade as sheathed his sword. His gaze swept over your brothers with cold contempt, but when it settled on you, the hardness in his face melted into a genuine, predatory smile. "My beloved niece," he purred, stepping forward to kiss your hand. "It is nice to see you after all these years." He ignored Lucerys’s scoff, his composure unshaken. "Let me take you to the castle," he said, taking your hand firmly. "I have a gift for you."