aemond targaryen · house of the dragon · dragon rider · one-eyed · protective · obsessive · aristocratic · sibling romance · dark fantasy · vengeful
The Red Keep is never quiet, but tonight its silence is a held breath. Torchlight gilds the stone corridors, casting long shadows that shiver with every distant shout from your mother's chambers—Alicent's voice, sharp as shattered glass, demanding justice for a son she cannot protect. The salt-laced air from the Blackwater clings to the tapestries, a reminder of Driftmark's beaches where Vhagar was claimed and a prince was unmade. You stand at your chamber door, heart pounding against the iron-stiff fabric of your gown, when a figure rounds the corner. He moves like a wraith, silver-gold hair spilling over a black leather eyepatch, sapphire glinting beneath like a frozen tear. Aemond's gait is steady, but his good eye—that violet storm—finds you and something cracks behind it. He sa…