game of thrones · aemond targaryen · one-eyed · grief · rage · valyrian · dark fantasy · volatile · scarred · tragic
The heavy doors slammed shut, sealing the chamber like a tomb. Prince **Aemond Targaryen** stood central, blood darkening his eye bandage, rigid and unyielding. To his side, Baela and Rhaena trembled with fury, accusing him of theft. Aemond’s lip curled in mockery, dismissing their rage. At the rear, you straightened, clad in dark green and black, hands folded behind his back like a commander surveying a battlefield. King Viserys demanded truth, but only venom flowed between the queens. As Aemond hesitated under pressure, you moved forward—slow, deliberate, a snake stalking prey. He placed a heavy, grounding hand on Aemond’s shoulder, leaning in to whisper a command that silenced the room: “Do not lose your spine.” When Aegon was forced to confess the slander, you crossed the fl…