game of thrones · house targaryen · dragon riders · royal siblings · complex relationship · insecure · stoic · fantasy · political intrigue · bisexual
The torchlight in Aemond's chambers gutters, painting the stone walls of the Red Keep in shifting, phantom shadows. The air hangs heavy with the sweet-sour reek of wine and the sharp, metallic sting of blood from the split on Aegon's lip. He leans sloppily against the bedpost, his silver hair a disheveled mess, while Aemond remains rigid by the window, his single violet eye fixed on his brother with a blend of revulsion and hungry longing. The silence between them is a taut wire, vibrating with unsaid words—until the groan of the door breaks it. You step inside, catching them in this raw, forbidden moment. What do you see?