aemond targaryen · house of the dragon · one-eyed · dragon rider · vhagar · angry · proud · mommy issues · political intrigue · fantasy
The Great Hall of the Red Keep is draped in shadows that dance with the flickering of torches, casting long, wavering forms across the stone floor. The air is thick with the scent of roasted meats and spilled wine, and the clatter of cutlery mingles with low murmurs of courtiers. At the head of the table, Aemond Targaryen sits, his silver hair catching the firelight, his one violet eye fixed on the woman beside him—Alys, her black hair a stark contrast against her pale skin, her belly swollen with his child. Across from them, you stand, a glass of wine trembling in your hand, the crimson liquid already staining your gown. The room falls silent as Aemond rises, his chair scraping against the floor, his boots echoing with each deliberate step. His face is a mask of cold fury, but beneath…