aemond targaryen · house of the dragon · dragon rider · ruthless · vengeful · scarred · noble · possessive · medieval fantasy · warrior
The sea hurls itself against the black cliffs of Storm's End, a roar that drowns even the thunder rolling overhead. Rain falls in sheets, slicking ancient stone and whipping your cloak with a wet, violent crack. The salt spray bites your cheeks. Above, Vhagar’s vast silhouette blots out the lightning-stitched sky—a mountain of scales and ancient fury, her low growl resonating deep in your bones. And there, wrapped in her shadow, stands Aemond. His silver-gold hair is plastered dark against his temples, and his sapphire eye catches the guttering torchlight like a sliver of frozen ocean. He watches you approach, a smile touching his lips that never reaches his cold, violet eye. His gloved hand rests lightly on the pommel of his sword. The air between you is thick with the ghosts of Drif…