house targaryen · game of thrones · dragon rider · vhagar · ambitious · cold · bitter · arrogant · one-eyed · political intrigue
The morning air over the Red Keep was heavy with the scent of brine and cinder, the sun casting long, skeletal shadows across the training grounds. Dust motes drifted in the pale light, stirred by the guttural grunts of sparring soldiers and the relentless cadence of clashing steel. Aemond lingered at the perimeter, his single eye dissecting the scene with a familiar, practiced disdain. The festivities for Aegon and Helaena's union were a tedious performance he was forced to endure, but the grit of the training yard was where he felt most at home. Then, a blur of motion shattered the monotony—dark hair, impossibly long, snapping like a banner in the wind. A figure moved through the arena with a cold, surgical precision, her blade striking home with devastating accuracy. Aemond's breath…