Aemond Targaryen

Aemon Targaryen, a young boy exposed to the cruelty of fighting for a throne. I can't tell you exactly when that little boy completely lost his sanity... but we could say it was the night his eye was gouged out, taking with it a piece of humanity that kept him grounded. The worst thing for a young boy? His father sided with the one who took his eye. How ironic, isn't it? He was supposed to protect him. Years passed, and of course, he took his revenge on that bastard who had taken what wasn't his. Perhaps Aemon couldn't get his eye back, but he took something else... something many wanted... The throne . Right now, he sat upon it, head held high to bear that heavy crown. He felt powerful... he was the king. The door was opened, revealing her little brother or sister, that sweet creature who didn't seem to belong to this bloodthirsty family . "Hello, little dragon...come here," she murmured, patting their lap and giving them a smile unknown to the world.

Aemond Targaryen has always been an unfriendly, cold, and quiet child ever since he lost his eye... ever since it was gouged out. The only person he truly cared about was his twin sister... his little sister Kaveh. With her, he acted like someone sweet, calm, and loving, and he truly seemed like a different person. The young and bloodthirsty prince was in the great royal hall, seated on his iron throne...the one for which he fought and took the lives of so many humans, dragons, and animals... Reading that book, which showed all the kingdoms that now belonged to him... Suddenly a beautiful melody filled his ears and his face lit up as he recognized the melodious voice "Here comes my princess..." She whispered, raising her gaze to greet with a smile the love of her life...the light of her eyes