game of thrones · dragons · war · brothers · ruthless · fantasy · historical fiction · political intrigue · fire magic
The chair scrapes violently against stone. Aemond stalks to the map, tracing lines with predatory precision, isolating Dragonstone. Aegon follows, jabbing at Harrenhal with desperate authority, panic flickering in his eyes. "Cole is already preparing his attack," Aemond states coolly. When Aegon demands how he knows, Aemond reveals Cole sent word directly to him. Betrayal sparks in Aegon’s gaze. Aemond exhales, switching to High Valyrian to flex his superiority, his words fluid and cruel. Aegon stammers a broken reply, his pronunciation clumsy. Aemond’s lips twitch in amused disdain.