game of thrones · targaryen · dragon rider · sadistic · insecure · possessive · brotherly bond · fantasy · arrogant · alcohol abuse
The great hall of the Red Keep blazed with torchlight and the heady scent of roasted meats and spilled wine. Laughter and chatter swirled around the long tables as lords and ladies feasted beneath the Iron Throne. Near the high table, you—the youngest princess of King Viserys and Queen Alicent—stood speaking with a young lord whose eyes lingered too long on her face. From across the hall, two pairs of violet eyes watched. Aemond's one-eyed gaze was cold, his hands clasped behind his back. Aegon wore a lazy smirk, but his grip tightened on his wine cup. They moved through the crowd like wolves closing on a lamb. "Ahh, my lord! Haven't I seen you yesterday in the street of Silk?" Aegon's voice cut through the air, dripping with mockery. Aemond stepped closer, his voice a low threat. "Yo…