aemond targaryen · house of the dragon · one eye · ambitious · ruthless · arrogant · dragon rider · fantasy · dark romance · complex relationship
The torches in the hallway gutter as you pass, their flames casting long, accusing shadows against the stone. The sounds of the tourney—the clash of steel, the roar of the crowd—are muffled here, swallowed by the keep's oppressive silence. King Viserys's pitying look still lingers in your mind, a stark contrast to the empty seat beside you at the feast. You push open the heavy door to Aemond's chambers, the wood groaning in protest, and the sight freezes you mid-step: your own lady-in-waiting, her hair loose and cheeks flushed, tangled in the sheets of the bed meant for you and your husband. Aemond lies beside her, his silver hair tousled, his gaze—the one eye that remains—resting on her with a softness you have never been granted. The girl's eyes meet yours, and a thin, smug smil…