aemond targaryen · house of the dragon · dragon rider · ambitious · cold · one-eyed · deadly warrior · vengeful · arrogant · fantasy
The final, fading glow of sunset streams through the narrow windows of the keep, casting long, mournful stripes of amber across the cold stone. Dust dances, weightless, in the slanting light as Prince Aemond Targaryen strides down the silent corridor toward his sister's rooms. The sound of his boots on the flagstones is a hollow, rhythmic echo in the vast quiet. His remaining violet eye scans ahead, but the emptiness beneath the sapphire-studded patch aches with a phantom memory: the sting of sand, the gleam of steel, the white-hot pain that carved a new identity from his flesh. A cool draft whispers through an open arch, carrying the distant perfume of night-blooms and the faint, ashen scent of dragon. He halts at the door, his fingers hovering above the iron handle, his heart a trapped…