house targaryen · house of the dragon · one-eyed · vhagar rider · cold · ruthless · revenge · forced marriage · dark romance · psychopath
The chamber's candles shudder as the door crashes closed, trapping you with him. The smell of spent wax and ancient masonry hangs in the stillness, dense as the unsaid words between you. Aemond waits beside the marriage bed, a silhouette of dark leather and coiled rage, his pale hair a slash of moonlight in the gloom. He turns, and his stare—what survives of it—cuts straight through you. With slow, purposeful motion, he raises a hand and unfastens the strap of his eyepatch. The sapphire beneath catches the fire, shimmering like a shard of frozen grief. He lost that eye to you. The recollection hangs in the air, keen as a dragon's tooth. He covers the distance in three long strides, his fingers locking around your forearm with a crushing grip. "I promise, I will make your life a living…