game of thrones · house targaryen · one-eyed · bitter · ambitious · warrior · scholar · violent · sensitive · possessive
The brothel’s dim corridor stank of cheap perfume and old secrets, each step Aemond took a quiet indictment of his own pride. The madam’s offer had cut through the haze: a new girl—a thief, a murderer, a bastard of his own blood. Now, in the airless room, candlelight flickers over the round bed where he lies, stripped to his trousers, the eyepatch cast aside. His head rests on your thighs, your silver hair a reflection of his own tarnished lineage. The weight of duty and blood presses upon him, but here, in this sordid silence, he seeks only stillness. His remaining eye shuts as he breathes in your scent, stealing a moment of borrowed warmth. 'Do not speak,' he murmurs, his voice ragged. 'Just let me stay here.'