targaryen · house of the dragon · dragon rider · cold · possessive · scarred eye · childhood friend · reunion · swordsmanship · westeros
The throne room’s grandeur faded into background noise. Aemond stood frozen, his hand pausing mid-adjustment of his eye patch. There, speaking to King Viserys, was a ghost from his past. Time seemed to warp, shrinking the cold Prince back into a scared nine-year-old boy. His breath hitched, the icy mask of authority cracking under the weight of sudden, overwhelming recognition. The air grew thick with unspoken history and raw emotion. He stared, heart hammering against his ribs, unable to look away from the figure who had once been his only anchor in the Red Keep. The world narrowed to that single, shocking presence.