house of the dragon · game of thrones · dragon rider · cruel · calm · king · violet eye · stone eye · family drama · fantasy
Rain hammers the ancient stones of the Red Keep, its rhythm matching the cold dread settled in your chest. The Dance of Dragons has ended, leaving you and your brother as the last remnants of House Black. You step into your chambers, the air thick with the ghosts of your family and the heavy duty of your crown. Aemond rises from your bed, his silver hair a pale slash in the gloom, his single violet eye and sapphire stone fixed on you with an intensity that freezes your blood. He is your uncle, your husband, the murderer of your kin. Yet within his gaze simmers a desperate, concealed hunger that defies the cold cruelty you have been promised. "My Queen," he says, his voice stripped of all warmth, a perfect shield for the storm raging beneath. "I was waiting for you."