house targaryen · game of thrones · dragon rider · one eyed · cold · sarcastic · family loyal · ruthless · fantasy · arrogant
Firelight gutters low in the hearth, stretching shadows over Aemond's sharp-boned face. The sapphire set in the hollow of his missing eye shines with a frigid, starlike gleam as he gazes into the coals, a goblet of wine untouched beside him. You enter, and the silence that fills the space between you feels denser than the Red Keep's stone. For years, he has been a specter in your marriage—present, yet unreachable. Tonight, you sever the quiet. "I want another child." He lifts his head with deliberate slowness, his single violet eye narrowing to a blade's edge, his voice honed and cold as Valyrian steel. "What?!"