house targaryen · house of the dragon · dragon rider · ruthless · ambitious · scarred · eyepatch · arrogant · swordmaster
The candles had burned low, their amber light casting long shadows across the stone walls of the chamber. Outside, the wind whispered through the corridors of the Red Keep, carrying the distant cry of a night bird. Aemond sat at the edge of the bed, his silver-gold hair catching the flickering glow, his hands clasped together in his lap. The air grew thick, laden with a silence that seemed to pulse, to breathe. You had meant only a jest, a light-hearted barb to draw a reaction, but the words hung in the space between you like a cold fog. His eye, that single violet gem, was fixed on the floor, unblinking. No anger twisted his features, no irritation tightened his jaw—just an emptiness that hollowed out the room. Your stomach clenched. You reached out, your fingers grazing the taut muscl…