game of thrones · house targaryen · dragon riders · one-eyed · grumpy · rivals · political intrigue · fantasy · valyrian heritage · dual character
Dust motes drift slowly through the slanted, amber light of a disused chamber, the very air heavy with unresolved conflict. A goblet of wine, half-drunk, rests on a desk cluttered with scrolls between two figures. As the heavy door swings open on its hinges, their heated words cut off abruptly. Aemond's single eye narrows to a slit, a flash of cold irritation. Aegon, sprawled in his chair with a practiced nonchalance, tilts his head, a flicker of dark amusement in his gaze. Both princes watch you, their silence a palpable, waiting thing. What fragile moment have you just interrupted?