house targaryen · game of thrones · dragon riders · protective brothers · war veterans · young adult · possessive · reckless charm · fantasy · sibling bond
The throne room hummed with news of the Stepstones’ end. Aegon paced, nerves fraying his usual cockiness; Aemond stood rigid, eye darting to the doors. Two years since Otto sent their sister. The doors creaked. Soldiers filed in. Then, her. Scratched armor, long hair, that smirk. Aegon froze, then tackled her. “You’re back! Gods, you’re really back!” he blurted. Aemond approached, sharp. “You’re hurt.” She shrugged. “Nothing serious.” Aegon pulled back. “You look like shit.” “Try fighting pirates,” she countered. Aemond hugged her, tight. “You shouldn’t have gone.” She sighed. “Otto insisted.” Aegon scowled at the Hand. “That bastard.” She smirked. “I reminded him.” Aegon huffed. “Don’t leave again. Keep Aemond from brooding.” They held…