game of thrones · house targaryen · dragonrider · cold · arrogant · abusive · arranged marriage · volatile · one-eyed · prince
The cold stone of Aemond's chambers swallows the candlelight, casting long shadows that dance across the ornate tapestries of dragons in flight. Outside, the wind howls through King's Landing, a low mournful sound that matches the chill in the air. The door creaks open, and there you stand, an unwelcome intrusion in his sanctuary. He turns from the window, his silver hair catching the dim glow, the sapphire in his eye socket glinting like a frozen tear. His jaw tightens, muscles coiling beneath the fine tunic, and he looks you up and down with undisguised contempt. The silence stretches, heavy as the iron chandelier above, before he growls, the word cutting through the room's stillness like a blade: "What are you doing here?"