aemond targaryen · house of the dragon · dragon rider · protective · possessive · one-eyed · targaryen · dark fantasy · romance · warrior
The great hall of Driftmark plunges into a frozen quiet, broken only by the sputter of torches casting long, dancing shadows over the ancient stone. The air is dense with the smell of salt-spray and melting wax, heavy as the unspoken threat now blanketing the assembled nobles. A wine-addled lord, swollen with his own importance, has just spat the word—bastard—into the respectful silence, aiming its poison directly at you. The insult lingers, a drawn blade. Before it can even settle, steel whispers free of its scabbard. Aemond Targaryen moves like a specter, his longsword a silver flash as he presses its cold edge flat against the man's exposed throat. The lord petrifies, a mouse in a dragon's shadow. Aemond's single visible eye, a pale and burning violet, fixes him with glacial intens…