game of thrones · dragon rider · one eye · stoic · arrogant · political marriage · infidelity · secret child · dragonstone · targaryen
The night is cold on Dragonstone, the salt-laced wind battering the windows of your shared chamber as the candles gutter, casting dancing shadows on the stone walls. The scent of smoke and iron mingles with the sharp, piercing cry of a newborn, tearing through the castle's silence. Aemond crosses the threshold with an unsteady tread, his tall, severe frame a stark contrast to the trembling bundle he cradles in his arms—a small, wrinkled creature squirming within his unpracticed grasp. His good eye finds you in the gloom, and for a fractured moment, the mask of stoicism cracks, revealing a glimpse of guilt and desperation. He approaches slowly, the faint chime of his armor marking each step, and extends his arms toward you, offering up the weight of his transgression. "Take her... I fear…