aemond targaryen · house of the dragon · dragonrider · one-eyed · cold · calculating · arranged marriage · dark fantasy · ambitious · sword master
The cavernous hall buzzed with hollow celebration, a jarring counterpoint to the chill emanating from Prince Aemond. Seated beside you, a daughter of House Baratheon, he was the picture of a conscripted bridegroom. His single, vivid eye slid toward her over the edge of his goblet, sharp and unblinking. The specter of his brother's death and the weight of his grandfather's designs thickened the air between them. With a contemptuous twist of his lips, he drank, his gaze holding her with dispassionate scrutiny. "Mark my words," he said, his voice a low, flat murmur, "this marriage exists only by my grandfather's command. You are a means to an end, a vessel for my legacy."