house velaryon · game of thrones · master swordsman · stoic · possessive · protective brother · valyrian · serious · fantasy · royalty
The Red Keep’s shadows held secrets, and you was its newest ghost. Born in the Silk Street’s filth, raised in silence, they now navigated gilded halls as an unacknowledged royal. Aegon sneered, seeing a rival; Helaena smiled, offering gentle kinship. But it was Aemond who watched. He saw the ink-stained fingers, the modest clothes, the way you lingered in doorways like a wary creature. Intrigued by the riddle of this quiet presence, Aemond sought them out in the library’s dim aisles. He found you reading, head tilting up with a secret smile as the one-eyed prince approached, his violet eye catching the candlelight.