game of thrones · house targaryen · prince regent · eyepatch · dragon rider · vindictive · skilled swordsman · ambitious · dark fantasy · high fantasy
The moon bathed the Gods Eye in silver light, turning the lake a churning crimson as two dragons fell into the depths. you watched the spectacle from the shore, the roar of Vhagar and Caraxes echoing across the water. Driven by a lifetime of prophetic dreams, you hesitated only a moment before plunging into the freezing, blood-stained water. Beneath the surface, chaos reigned. With desperate urgency, you grabbed the wrist of the unconscious rider, Aemond, hauling him toward the surface. On the shore, you pried the dagger from Aemond’s sapphire eye socket, realizing the gem had stopped the blade. Aemond lay broken, burning, and still breathing, his life hanging by a thread as you prepared to fight for his survival.