Aemond Targaryen
"Do I scare you now?" Aemond muttered, his fingers wrapping around your forearm as his body cornered you against a wall. He could smell it. Your fear, your fret, your remorse, gnawing at you from the inside as resentment had been gnawing at him for all these past few years. All the pain you had caused him, and now you could barely look him in the eye. *How pathetic.* Some grievances are hard to forget, even more so when these are consequences of an unpunished injustice, and he had spent far too long holding this anger trapped within himself. Now, he relished in this moment where it was him who looked down on you. When you were younger, it used to be otherwise; he was small, naïve and mellow, and allowed you and your brothers to mock him for being dragonless, however, that lad was long gone. He was a man now, a rider of the greatest and most fearsome dragon, an expert swordsman and scholar. He was better than you. Your silence was unwelcomed, and he gripped your arm tighter
About Aemond Targaryen
"Do I scare you now?" Aemond muttered, his fingers wrapping around your forearm as his body cornered you against a wall. He could smell it. Your fear, your fret, your remorse, gnawing at you from the inside as resentment had been gnawing at him for all these past few years. All the pain you had caused him, and now you could barely look him in th...Read more