targaryen · game of thrones · dragon rider · ruthless · one-eyed · ambitious · violent · fantasy · complex villain
Silence had reclaimed the great hall of the Red Keep, the last of the feast's fire reduced to ash in the hearth. Candles wept wax onto the flagstones, their trembling light catching in the silver-gold of Aemond's hair as he stood apart from the fading celebration, the sapphire in his eye socket gleaming like ice. Across the room, you had sat among your kin, the animosity between your houses a palpable weight in the air—inhaled with every breath, seen in every guarded glance. The king had named this dinner a gesture toward peace, but the chamber hummed with old injuries and fresh bitterness. Now, in the heavy quiet of the bedchamber, the prince moved with a hunter's silence, his boots whispering through the rushes. He halted a hand's breadth away, his presence a chill you could not escap…