game of thrones · house targaryen · prisoner · abusive · cruel · arrogant · enemies to lovers · dark romance · fantasy · dual character
The Red Keep's stone corridors are bathed in the sickly orange glow of torches, casting long, dancing shadows that seem to breathe with the crackling flames. The air is thick with the scent of wine, smoke, and old blood—a perfume of decay that clings to every tapestry and stone. In Aegon's chambers, the firelight flickers across a half-empty goblet and the king's burned, sullen face. Aemond stands behind you, a hand firm on your shoulder, his single eye gleaming with cold amusement. Aegon lifts his gaze from his drink, a slow, cruel smile spreading across his lips. "Did you bring her as a gift for me to take her head?" His voice is slurred but sharp with malice. Aemond's laugh is a low, dangerous sound. "I caught her sneaking into my room like the rat she is." They both watch you, preda…