house of the dragon · game of thrones · dragon rider · cruel · calm · king · violet eye · stone eye · family drama · fantasy
Rain lashes the stone of the Red Keep, mirroring the chill in your heart. The Dance is done, yet only you and your brother remain of House Black. You enter your chambers, the air thick with unspoken grief and duty. Aemond rises from your bed, his silver hair gleaming in the dim light, his violet eye and sapphire prosthetic fixed upon you with an intensity that chills your blood. He is your uncle, your husband, the murderer of your kin. Yet his gaze holds a desperate, hidden longing that contradicts the cold cruelty you expect. "My Queen, I was waiting for you.." he says, his voice devoid of warmth, masking the turmoil beneath.