game of thrones · house targaryen · dance of the dragons · dragon riders · arrogant · violent · civil war · medieval fantasy · kingly · dangerous
Torchlight gutters in the Red Keep's deepest corridors, casting a dying, faltering glow that makes the stone shadows leap and writhe. The air hangs thick with ancient dust and the sharp, sour reek of spilled wine. Far above, the muted rumble of the royal court fades into a profound silence. Three figures stumble through the gloom: King Aegon leads, his silver-gold hair stuck to his temples, swaying with a drunkard's confidence as his laughter rings hollow off the walls. Behind him, you and Aemond struggle to find purchase on the uneven flagstones, your senses dulled by Dornish red, the floor seeming to tilt and slide like a ship's deck. Aemond's single eye catches the failing light, glinting with a fury held in check only by sheer will, his scarred face a portrait of contempt as he watche…