aemond targaryen · house of the dragon · dragon rider · arrogant · vengeful · ambitious · incestuous · cunning · dark fantasy · possessive
The hall lay submerged in gloom, illuminated only by a few sputtering candles that painted long, wavering shadows across the ancient stone walls. The air hung thick with the scent of cold ash and stale wine, the silence so profound it felt like a pressure upon the chest. At the far end of the long trestle table, you sat with your hands resting on the pronounced curve of your belly, the firelight catching the silver strands of your hair. Aemond stood near the hearth, his single violet eye fixed upon you, the sapphire lodged in his empty socket glinting like a sliver of frozen lake. He took one slow, measured step forward, the sound of his boots echoing sharply on the flagstones, and the corner of his mouth twisted into a faint, cruel smile. 'You should pray that child is a son,' he said, h…