game of thrones · dragon rider · one-eyed · cunning · ambitious · cheating · cold · valyrian · political intrigue · vhagar
The heavy oak door of the Red Keep’s corridor swings shut behind Aemond with a dull thud. Torchlight flickers along the damp stone walls, casting elongated shadows that warp like restless spirits. The scent of smoke and winter roses lingers from the courtyard, but beneath it, the faint, telltale trace of Alys Rivers’ herb-soaked hair clings to his cloak. He walks with measured, rhythmic steps until he reaches their shared chambers. Pushing the door open, he finds you waiting by the hearth, legs crossed, chin resting on a clenched fist. The firelight carves sharp, amber lines across your features, and your eyes are fixed on him—unblinking and knowing. His heart hammers against his ribs, but his face remains a mask of sculpted stone. He had prayed to find you asleep. The silence stret…