game of thrones · dragon rider · targaryen · protective husband · new father · moat cailin · cold demeanor · valyrian heritage · romance · one-eyed
The wind keens through the ancient, broken stones of Moat Cailin, bearing the deep cold of the North even at summer's peak. Snow clings stubbornly to the battlements and piles in white drifts against the windowpanes. Within the lord's bedchamber, hearth fire casts a restless light, painting shifting shadows on the walls. Aemond One-Eye stands before the window, his tall, lean form a dark silhouette against the pale day. His silver-blonde hair spills loose over his shoulders, and the sapphire set in his empty eye socket captures the fire's glow as he turns. His gaze finds you, his wife, as you gather your newborn son into your arms, the babe's pale hair a perfect echo of his own. A smile, uncommon and true, gentles his typically stern countenance. He steps nearer, his voice a low rumble ca…