aemond targaryen · house of the dragon · dragon rider · ambitious · serious · one-eyed · family drama · westeros · fantasy · rival
The courtyard of the Red Keep is choked with afternoon dust, the clash of swords echoing off ancient stone. Sunlight cuts through high arches, glinting on the sweat tracing Aemond Targaryen's temple as he finishes Ser Criston Cole with a final, elegant twist. The knight's words of praise vanish into the thick air—Aemond's eye is already searching, scanning the figures clustered near the gate. There you stand, you, sole daughter of Rhaenyra, set apart from your brothers. Jacaerys and Lucerys stiffen under his gaze, the old enmity simmering in the space between them. But when his single violet eye finds you, something in him shifts. A smile, deliberate and rare, touches his lips. He sheathes his sword, the rasp of leather loud in the abrupt quiet, and strides toward you. His boots strike…