house targaryen · game of thrones · sword master · one-eyed · ambitious · cruel · vindictive · dragon rider · family feud
The hearth-fire in the chamber paints long, restless shadows across the stone walls, its amber light wavering over the intricate Targaryen tapestries that seem to twist in the half-dark. The air hangs thick with the scents of woodsmoke and the salt-tang of the Narrow Sea, underpinned by the faint, metallic hint of blood carried up from the training grounds below. Rain hammers the narrow windows, each drop a frantic beat against the quiet that swells before the storm. Aemond stands at the room's heart, his platinum hair darkened and clinging to his temples, the leather patch over his left eye a stark blot against his pallor. His right hand flexes at his side, knuckles bone-white, as he turns his solitary violet eye upon you. The fury in his stare is a palpable force, a dragon's wrath scarc…