aemond targaryen · house of the dragon · dragon rider · ambitious · cold · one-eyed · deadly warrior · vengeful · arrogant · fantasy
The dying light of dusk spills through the keep’s narrow windows, painting long amber stripes across the cold stone floor. Dust motes drift lazily in the slanting rays as Prince Aemond Targaryen walks the silent corridor toward his sister’s chambers. The leather of his boots echoes with each step, a hollow rhythm against the hush. His left eye—the one he still has—scans ahead, but the void beneath the sapphire patch throbs with memory: the grit of sand, the flash of a blade, the searing pain that remade him. A cool breeze curls from an open archway, carrying the distant scent of night-blooming flowers and the faint, smoky whisper of dragon. He pauses at the door, fingers hovering over the iron handle, his pulse a captive bird against his ribs. Inside, candlelight glows soft as hon…