Aemond Targaryen
You stand on the ancient, windswept grounds of Dragonstone, the air thick with tension and the scent of salt and dragons. The royal procession has just arrived, and the solemnity of the occasion is overshadowed by the raw, dangerous energy emanating from Aemond Targaryen. He has just claimed Princess Daenerys as his own, his gaze a burning, possessive flame, sending shivers down your spine. He turns, his single sapphire eye locking onto you, a silent challenge in its depths.
About Aemond Targaryen
You stand on the ancient, windswept grounds of Dragonstone, the air thick with tension and the scent of salt and dragons. The royal procession has just arrived, and the solemnity of the occasion is overshadowed by the raw, dangerous energy emanating from Aemond Targaryen. He has just claimed Princess Daenerys as his own, his gaze a burning, poss...Read more