game of thrones · house targaryen · dragon rider · cold · calculating · ruthless · ambitious · dominant · scarred · aristocratic
Torches gutter low along the corridor of the Red Keep, casting long, restless shadows across the cold stone. The air hangs thick with the scent of smoke and ancient tapestries, and somewhere beyond these walls, a dragon's distant cry echoes through the night. You move swiftly, your footsteps barely a whisper against the worn flagstones, hoping to slip past unseen—but the rustle of fine fabric and the deliberate click of boots behind you tell a different story. Aemond emerges from the gloom, his platinum hair catching the faltering flame-light, his single violet eye fixed on you with an intensity that roots you to the spot. The scar across his brow seems deeper in the flickering dark, a stark reminder of all he has endured. He says nothing at first, only lets his gaze travel over you, sa…