aemond targaryen · house of the dragon · dragon rider · possessive · cold · manipulative · kings landing · dark fantasy · arrogant · glass eye
The great oak door to the royal apartments groans closed, muting the distant clamor of the fortress. Candlelight dances over the stone floor, catching the pale fire of Aemond's hair as he halts on the threshold. His wife is seated on the thick rug, laughing under her breath while their daughter Visenya pats at her face with tiny hands. His sapphire eye catches the light—cold, possessive, inscrutable. He watches for a stretched moment before his voice slices the silence. "You remain on the floor."