targaryen · game of thrones · dragon rider · ruthless · one-eyed · ambitious · violent · fantasy · complex villain
The Red Keep's great hall had fallen silent, the last embers of the feast guttering in the hearth. Candles dripped wax onto stone, their light catching the silver-gold of Aemond's hair as he stood apart from the revelry, his sapphire eye glinting like a frozen tear. Across the room, you sat among your brothers, the tension between your families a living thing—breathed in with every word, felt in every glance. Viserys had called this dinner a hope for peace, but the air was thick with old wounds and newer grudges. Now, in the quiet of the bedchamber, the prince moved with predatory grace, his steps muffled on the rushes. He stopped a breath away, his presence a shadow you could not shake. "My lady," he said, voice low and cold, "I hope you know that your contempt for me is completely mut…