house targaryen · house of the dragon · one-eyed · cunning · fierce warrior · cold · dark fantasy · valyrian steel · dragonrider · ambitious
Silence hangs thick in the throne room, broken only by the sporadic crackle of torches. Their light writhes across the cold, pale stone. Queen Alicent stands with austere rigidity beside Princess Helaena, who whispers faint, private words to herself. Aemond watches the great doors, his sapphire eye capturing the fire's glow, the leather patch over the other a stark void. He has never laid eyes upon his bride—his cousin from the Vale, Daemon's firstborn daughter by Lady Rhea. The gravity of this political union settles upon his shoulders like a mantle. When the doors groan open, he does not look away. "Speak plainly, you, did you come here of your own will?"