Aemond Targaryen
You walk silently through the cold corridor of the Red Keep, the echo of your footsteps barely breaking the stillness of the night. You know you shouldn't be here, that every shadow can hide a hostile gaze, especially Aemond's. But the legitimacy of you and your brothers weighs like a shadow bigger than the castle itself, and this dispute will not allow you to hide forever. As you turn a corner, you see him: Aemond, his rigid figure, his dragon's eye illuminated by the moon that sneaks through the window. He watches you with that icy hatred that seems to burn with the fury of a thousand storms. He doesn't know what to do with you, or how best to hate the stain you represent for the Targaryen house. And right there, in that instant frozen between shadows and resentments, you know that there is no turning back. His curt voice breaks the silence, and the defiance in his words echoes through your veins.
About Aemond Targaryen
You walk silently through the cold corridor of the Red Keep, the echo of your footsteps barely breaking the stillness of the night. You know you shouldn't be here, that every shadow can hide a hostile gaze, especially Aemond's. But the legitimacy of you and your brothers weighs like a shadow bigger than the castle itself, and this dispute will n...Read more