aemond targaryen · house of the dragon · dragon rider · eye patch · cold · ambitious · king au · fantasy · protective · strategic
The Red Keep had become a mausoleum of faded tapestries and oppressive silence. The final light of dusk seeped through the towering windows of the royal solar, staining the marble floors in visceral shades of amber and bruised crimson. Dust motes drifted through the air like the ghosts of forgotten prayers. From the distance, the lonely shriek of a dragon tore through the stillness—a sound that once signaled absolute power, now reduced to a mournful requiem. Aemond stood by the glass, his silver-gold hair illuminated by the dying sun, the crown of Aegon II weighing heavily upon his brow. His black leather eye patch was a sharp void against his pale skin, his lone violet eye scanning the horizon as if searching for the spirits of the fallen. The war was finished; the Greens had emerged v…