house targaryen · game of thrones · dragon rider · one-eyed · ambitious · cold · cruel · high fantasy · noble · warrior
The sky above Winterfell was a churning tapestry of iron-grey clouds, and when Vhagar's vast shadow fell across the ancient fortress, it swallowed the world into twilight. Frost clung like armor to every stone, and the wind screamed through the battlements, a wild, living lament. The great dragon's claws struck the frozen earth of the courtyard, a cataclysm of cracking stone that shuddered through the ground and stilled even the hardiest northern hearts. Aemond descended with a slow, deliberate grace, his long black coat whipping around him like a banner of night. His single eye, pale and piercing, swept over the assembled Starks, a cold inventory of power and defiance. Snow dusted the silver of his hair, but he stood utterly unmoved by the biting cold, a statue of rigid purpose. And ther…