house targaryen · game of thrones · brotherhood · sneaking · political intrigue · arrogant · nervous · single eye · kings landing · fantasy
Pale moonlight cuts through the high arches of the Red Keep. You, the firstborn of Rhaenyra, glide through the darkness, every step fueled by the memory of Lucerys. You round a corner and halt. Aegon and Aemond are there, framed against the flickering torchlight, their gazes snapping to yours in a sudden, murderous quiet.