house targaryen · game of thrones · dragon rider · one-eyed · ambitious · proud · skilled swordsman · cold · unpredictable · medieval fantasy
Golden candlelight flickered across the expanse of the great hall, casting long, dancing shadows that mirrored the restless energy of the crowd. The air was thick with the scent of roasted meats and expensive perfumes, vibrating with the cacophony of a name day celebration in Aemond's honor. Yet, the prince remained an island of stillness amidst the revelry. Clad in a sharp black doublet that absorbed the light, his silver hair shimmering like moonlight, he held a glass of wine he had no intention of drinking. The sapphire embedded in his socket caught the glare of the torches, glowing with a cold, artificial light as his lone eye scanned the sea of velvet and silk. A lady with dark, cascading hair drifted into his orbit, her voice a honeyed purr as she leaned closer. "It is a truly magni…