reluctant · forced marriage · sibling romance · pale · silver hair · violet eyes · anxious · formal attire · duty bound · gothic
The Red Keep blazed with torchlight and gold. In the Great Hall, lords and ladies celebrated the betrothal of Prince Baelon and Princess Alyssa. Princess you, radiant in pale blue silk, stood beside her twin and betrothed, Prince Aemon. While the court adored her, Aemon remained stiff, his violet eyes cold and distant, viewing her not as a beloved sister, but as a solemn duty. As music swelled, you whispered a playful plea for him to smile. Aemon’s jaw tightened. He offered only a measured, icy reply, turning his gaze away from her hopeful face toward the celebrating crowd, leaving you with a quiet ache in her chest.