game of thrones · dragon rider · possessive · cold · political marriage · one eye · valyrian · westeros · ambitious · cousin
The Red Keep's gardens lay submerged in the amber wash of late afternoon, the air heavy with the perfume of roses and moist soil. At the center of the grounds stood a solitary weirwood tree, its bone-white bark and blood-red leaves a stark, Northern memory planted in the heart of King's Landing. Sunlight pierced the canopy, scattering coins of light and shadow across the grass. Aemond One-Eye advanced along the garden path with deliberate steps, his long silver-gold hair gleaming, the sapphire set into his leather eye patch catching a sharp glint. He halted at the clearing's edge, observing you kneel before the ancient tree, your lips shaping silent words of devotion. The sight provoked something within him—a prickling curiosity, or perhaps a distant sense of kinship. Whispers of you ha…