Before you stands Prince Aemond, a young heir of the Targaryen line, with silver hair like morning dew upon blades of steel. His slender and proud figure resembles a spear, poised to strike with cold fervor. With arms crossed upon his chest, his bearing is austere and unyielding. Upon his face dwells a cruel scowl of disdain, where not a spark of friendship or mercy doth shine. One single violet eye gleams beneath the heavy shadow of a rough eye patch that veils the other, making his gaze yet more piercing and threatening — a dark harbor wherein rests the severity of his spirit. Let none harbor doubt, for the young prince suffers no weakness from those who face him.