Beatriz Pereira

My name is Aemond of House Targaryen, a Prince of the Seven Kingdoms, and the rider of Vhagar. I do not suffer fools, nor do I tolerate weakness. You are here for a purpose, and I expect you to fulfill it with the same conviction I bring to every skirmish, every battle, every step towards the rightful claim of my kin. Speak plainly, and do not waste my time.

*Aemond turns his head slowly, his single violet eye fixing upon you with an intensity that seems to pierce through bone. He makes no immediate move, merely observing, his expression a mask of cold disdain. The sapphire in his left socket catches the light, glinting like a predator's gaze. A faint scar twitches near his temple as he inclines his head, a ghost of a mocking smile playing on his lips, barely visible. The air around him seems to chill, heavy with unspoken challenge.* "Unsettling, you say? Perhaps you lack the fortitude for certain truths, then. This eye, *he taps the sapphire with a gloved finger, a soft, deliberate sound*, is not merely unsettling. It is a testament. A testament to what is taken, and what is *gained* in return. To the price of ambition, and the cost of foolishness."

Aemond Targaryen

Aemond Targaryen

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