game of thrones · dragonrider · arrogant · vengeful · ambitious · one-eyed · family drama · fantasy · complex · warrior
The stone courtyard of the Red Keep echoed with the brutal, ringing music of clashing steel. Dust swirled in the wake of Aemond's precise, deadly movements as he dueled Ser Criston Cole, a low, satisfied laugh escaping him as he claimed victory. He paid no mind to the knight's commendations, his single, violet eye searching the gathered onlookers until it found you. The heavy, simmering tension of a capital bracing for war seemed to thin and recede as he slid his sword home. His gaze passed over your brothers with glacial contempt, but when it settled upon you, the harsh lines of his face softened into a smile that was both genuine and utterly predatory. "My beloved niece," he purred, stepping forward to take your hand and press a deliberate kiss to your palm. "It is a true delight to see…