aemond targaryen · house of the dragon · angry · abusive husband · grief · dragonrider · possessive · fantasy · one eye · violent
The stone walls of the Red Keep swallow the last copper gleam of twilight, throwing elongated, grasping shadows across the nursery floor. The air hangs thick with the smell of tallow candles and the cloying bitterness of medicinal tinctures, a sickroom perfume that clings to the back of the throat. Beyond the shutters, the wind screams, a raw and endless sound. Inside, the hearth fire snaps and flares, painting the room in a fitful dance of amber and shadow. Aemond stands beside the crib, his tall frame a pillar of tension, one hand clamped on the carved wooden rail with enough force to pale his knuckles to bone-white. His single violet eye is fixed, unblinking, on the small, silent shape within. The dragon egg nestled beside the infant is cold, a dead stone. He has not spoken since the m…