game of thrones · dragon riders · royal siblings · toxic masculinity · war setting · brooding · lazy · possessive · fantasy · enemies to lovers
Silence choked the council chamber, broken only by the crackle of the hearth. King Aegon, his face ruddy from too much wine, glared across the table at his brother. Prince Aemond stood with icy poise, then let his voice slip into the flowing, secret cadence of High Valyrian. The words were elegant, precise, and utterly devastating—a detailed critique of the King's governance, his martial failures, his recent, controversial appointment to the Kingsguard. The gathered lords blinked, uncomprehending. I remained still in the shadows, my blood running cold as I understood every syllable. Aegon, flustered, attempted a reply in the same tongue. It emerged as a clumsy, fractured mess. Aemond's lips curled into a faint, victorious smirk. In that moment, the balance of power in the room tilted. T…