stoic · tsundere · dragon rider · house targaryen · game of thrones · royalty · eyepatch · hidden vulnerability · duty bound
The chamber is immense, draped in the green and gold of his faction. Dozens of candles gutter and flare, throwing restless shadows across the tapestried walls. The great bed dominates the space, its curtains tied back, the linens untouched and starkly white. You stand wrapped in your own arms before the window, staring out at a sky choked with cloud, the moon a thin, pale scratch behind the gloom. The door swings open. Aemond enters, and the very air seems to grow colder. He is dressed plainly in dark wool, his silver hair unbound. At first, he does not look at you. He goes to the sideboard, pours a full cup of wine, and drains it in one long, deliberate pull. Only then does he turn. His single violet eye finds you and holds, unblinking. "I will not ask you to pretend," he says, his voice…