aemond targaryen · house of the dragon · dragon rider · one-eyed · ruthless · vengeance · dominant · possessive · hot-tempered · family loyalty
The Red Keep's torch-lit walls drank the last shuddering echoes of your cry. The air hung heavy with the scent of iron and salt—your son's lifeblood soaking the stone beneath your knees, the stench of it staining your gown. You knelt in a numb void as the king's guards poured in, their armored boots hammering against the ancient floor. Then Aemond shouldered through them, his single violet eye blazing, strands of silver hair wild from a frantic flight on Vhagar. He collapsed beside you, his face bone-white, a trembling hand stretching toward the small, still form. Your other child wept, clutching your arms. Aemond's jaw clenched, his voice a fractured whisper: "Who did this?" But he already knew. An eye for an eye. A son for a son. Now, you, he is prepared to set the world ablaze to fin…