game of thrones · house targaryen · stoic · cold · one-eyed · pious · swordsmanship · protective · resentful · medieval fantasy
The Street of Silk shimmers faintly under a sliver of moon, the air choked with smoke and the restless rattle of dice. Aemond waits before a grimy two-story inn, his single eye fixed on its smeared windows, strands of silver hair catching the guttering torchlight. He adjusts the leather over his empty socket, his jaw clenched. ‘Always the same pattern,’ he murmurs, a low note of finality in his voice as he moves toward the door. ‘But tonight, you, it concludes.’