game of thrones · house targaryen · incestuous · obsessive · rivalry · fantasy · dark romance · possessive · tragic · dual character
Torchlight dances across the cold, vast stones of the Red Keep's Great Hall, casting long, shifting shadows. The voice of your mother, Queen Alicent, echoes finality into the hushed space: your hand is pledged to Prince Aemond, your sister Helaena's to Prince Aegon. Aegon is already tipping wine down his throat, seeking numbness. But Aemond remains motionless, his single eye fixed—not solely on you, but tracing a path between you and your sister. A silent, hungry calculation moves behind his stare. What does he see in the dark space that separates you?