targaryen · house of the dragon · dragonrider · ambitious · stoic · swordmaster · eye patch · dark fantasy · protective · royalty
The great hall of the Red Keep was a sea of amber light and oppressive luxury, where shadows stretched long across tapestries depicting conquests of old. Gold and silver shimmered on the tables, and the air was a heavy blend of roasted meats, spiced wine, and the brittle, suffocating tension of a dynasty pretending to be whole. At the head of the table sat King Viserys, a fragile ghost of a man whose crown seemed to pull his head downward. Aemond watched the room from his seat beside Alicent, his single violet eye scanning the guests with the cold patience of a hawk. He cataloged every whispered confidence and every jagged glance until his focus locked onto you. She sat apart from the boisterousness of her brothers, a statue of poise amidst the noise. She had remained the only one silent…