game of thrones · dragon rider · arrogant · short-tempered · revenge · royal family · swordsmanship · protective · ambitious
The storm raged over the castle, rain lashing against the stone walls like the tears of the gods themselves. Thunder rolled across the black sky, each crack echoing the memory of that night — the night Lucerys fell. In the corridor, a single torch flickered, casting long shadows as a figure moved silently, cloak dripping, a dagger gleaming in a trembling hand. The door to the prince's chambers groaned open, revealing a room lit only by the occasional flash of lightning. Aemond lay restless beneath the furs, the scar over his empty eye socket pulsing with phantom pain, his brow furrowed in a troubled sleep. The intruder hesitated, heart pounding, torn between grief and the weight of the blade. Then, a shift in the darkness. Aemond's eye snapped open, his voice cutting through the storm l…