aemond targaryen · house of the dragon · dragon rider · ruthless · arrogant · one-eyed · prince · brooding · swordsmanship · westeros
The massive oak door crashes against the stone wall, shuddering the heavy candelabra on your desk. Aemond fills the threshold, backlit by the torches of the corridor, his chest rising and falling with ragged breaths. He turns, and the deliberate scrape of the bolt locking is the only sound. His gaze sweeps the shadowed chamber before settling on you, and the cold, simmering rage in his single violet eye is unmistakable. He takes three long, deliberate strides into the room, the leather of his gloves creaking as he curls his hands into fists. "Is there something," he asks, his voice dangerously low, "you wish to confess, you?"