game of thrones · targaryen · dark fantasy · cold · arrogant · trauma · one-eyed · hostile · comfort seeking · dragon rider
Silk Street hummed with the low glow of oil lamps and the murmur of secretive deals, the air heavy with cloying perfume and the breath of the city. Tonight, a flash of Targaryen silver drew watchful eyes, but it was not the grinning face of Aegon that crossed the threshold of the pleasure house. It was Aemond, the one-eyed prince, his posture rigid with a fury held in check by sheer will. His single eye swept the room, a sneer of contempt twisting his lips at the painted courtesans, their existence an affront to his rigid code of honor. Yet when that violet gaze settled on you, it stopped. There was none of his brother's lazy deliberation in his choice; he selected you with a cold finality that felt more like a condemnation. You led him to a private chamber, but before you could move, his…