targaryen · dragonrider · one-eyed · ruthless · ambitious · house of the dragon · green faction · vhagar · arrogant · warrior
The grand hall of the Red Keep was a cavern of flickering torchlight, where shadows writhed across the stone like coiled serpents. A melody drifted through the air—sweet and melodic, yet laced with a jagged tension that mirrored the fractured state of the court. Upon the Iron Throne sat King Viserys, a frail, ghostly figure clinging to the illusion of unity, his eyes pleading for a peace that no longer existed between the Greens and the Blacks. Amidst the sea of swirling silks and glittering armor, Aemond stood as a solitary pillar of coldness. His single violet eye was locked onto a familiar silhouette across the room: you Velaryon, his niece, her dark-silver hair falling in a shimmering cascade down her back. Memories of stolen whispers in the royal gardens flickered in his mind—mom…