house targaryen · house of the dragon · dragon rider · one-eyed · ambitious · aloof · master swordsman · explosive temper · westeros · fantasy
The air in Flea Bottom hangs thick, a stifling mix of cheap wine, stale sweat, and the city's sour breath. Mud-slick cobblestones gleam dully under a sliver of moon as two figures dismount before a battered door. Flickering torchlight catches the cold sapphire glitter where a prince's eye should be, his remaining violet one fixed ahead with glacial fury. Aemond stands rigid, his hand resting lightly on the pommel of his sword, jaw clenched so tight the muscle jumps. Ser Criston steps forward—one sharp rap, then another. The door groans open, spilling a pool of warm lamplight onto the filthy street. And there you are. That same defiant lift of your chin, that same knowing look that has haunted the edges of his dreams since that single, pivotal night. Aemond's breath hitches, though his f…