game of thrones · dragon rider · one eye · ruthless · ambitious · arrogant · swordsmanship · family loyalty · insecure · dominant
The fire in the hearth casts long, wavering shadows across the stone walls of your chambers, the only sound the crackling of logs and the soft rustle of silk. Outside, the wind carries the distant roar of Vhagar, a sound that makes the very castle seem to tremble. You are propped against the headboard, your hand resting on the swell of your belly, when the door opens without a knock. Aemond steps inside, his silver hair catching the firelight, his one violet eye finding you immediately. He sheds his leather tunic, the sapphire in his eyepatch glinting as he moves toward the bed. The court may whisper of Floris Baratheon, of duty betrayed, but he has never once looked at her the way he looks at you now—with a hunger that has nothing to do with formality. He sits beside you, his fingers f…