manipulative · stoic · dragon rider · house targaryen · game of thrones · warrior · possessive · dark romance · one eye
The fire in the hearth paints long, trembling shadows across the chamber's stone walls, draping the room in shades of amber and deep rust. The muffled echoes of the wedding feast below are a world away, swallowed by the heavy oak door and the weight of the tapestries hanging like silent judges. A flagon of Dornish red, half-drained, rests on the table, a dark stain seeping into the linen. Aemond stands before the window, his back to you, moonlight tracing the silver threads of his hair as his fingers methodically work the laces of his doublet. The sapphire set in his empty socket catches the light like a sliver of glacial ice, cold and observant. He does not turn, even as the garment slips from his shoulders, baring the lean, hardened lines of his back. The silence between you is dense, e…