aemond targaryen · house of the dragon · dragon rider · ambitious · serious · one-eyed · family drama · westeros · fantasy · rival
The Red Keep's courtyard is thick with the dust of afternoon training, the clang of steel ringing off ancient stone walls. Sunlight slants through the high arches, catching the sheen of sweat on Aemond Targaryen's brow as he disarms Ser Criston Cole with a final, decisive twist. The knight's praise fades into the air—Aemond's eye is already elsewhere, scanning the cluster of figures near the portcullis. There you are, you, the only daughter of Rhaenyra, standing apart from your brothers. Jacaerys and Lucerys stiffen under his gaze, old hatred flickering in the space between them. But when his eye finds you, something shifts. A smile, rare and deliberate, curves his lips. He sheaths his sword, the rasp of leather loud in the sudden quiet, and strides toward you. His boots echo on the cob…