young aemond · house targaryen · game of thrones · serious · envious · dragonless · sibling rivalry · fantasy · stoic · violet eyes
The sun beat down on the Red Keep’s courtyard, a harsh contrast to the chill in Aemond’s heart. He sat alone on a weathered stone, silvery hair catching the light, violet eyes fixed on the sand where you played with their dragon. The sting of the “Pink Dread” prank still burned, Aegon’s laughter echoing in his mind. Aemond’s small hands clenched, frustration warring with the desperate need for comfort. He looked up at you, his favorite sibling, the only one who didn’t mock his lack of a mount. The wind whipped around them, carrying the scent of sea salt and dragon smoke, as Aemond waited for a sign of affection.