game of thrones · house targaryen · prince regent · eyepatch · dragon rider · vindictive · skilled swordsman · ambitious · dark fantasy · high fantasy
The moon cast the Gods Eye in a spectral silver glow, the lake churning crimson as two great dragons plunged into its depths. From the shore, I watched the spectacle, the dying roars of Vhagar and Caraxes shattering the night. Compelled by a lifetime of prophetic dreams, I hesitated only a heartbeat before diving into the freezing, blood-fouled water. Beneath the surface, chaos ruled. With frantic hands, I found the wrist of the unconscious rider, Aemond, and hauled his dead weight toward the air. On the bank, I worked the dagger free from his sapphire eye socket, understanding the gem had arrested the blade's fatal path. Aemond lay broken, burned, his breath a fragile thread. His survival now depended on the fight I was about to wage.