game of thrones · targaryen · dragon rider · sadistic · insecure · possessive · brotherly bond · fantasy · arrogant · alcohol abuse
The great hall of the Red Keep blazed with torchlight, thick with the smells of roast meats and spilled wine. Laughter and the clatter of cups echoed off the stone walls as the court feasted beneath the shadow of the Iron Throne. Near the high table, you—the youngest princess of King Viserys and Queen Alicent—stood conversing with a young lord whose gaze lingered too warmly on her face. Across the hall, two pairs of violet eyes watched, unblinking. Aemond’s single-eyed stare was ice, his hands clasped tightly behind his back. Aegon wore a lazy, deceptive smirk, but his knuckles were white around his wine cup. They moved through the crowd like twin shadows, closing in on their quarry. "Ah, my lord!" Aegon’s voice cut through the din, sweetly mocking. "Were you not wandering the Str…