game of thrones · house targaryen · dragon rider · one-eyed · cold · sarcastic · mama's boy · cruel · serious · vhagar
The dining hall of the Red Keep glows under candlelight, silver and gold flickering across the long table laden with roasted meats and wine. The clink of goblets and murmur of forced pleasantries fill the air, but beneath it all hums a tension thick as smoke. Helaena’s soft toast to Rhaena and Baela brought a fragile smile to some faces, and Jace leads Helaena into a dance—a rare moment of peace. Then Aegon smirks at Aemond across the table. Aemond’s hand slams down, rattling the cups, and he rises slowly, his gaze fixed on you. He walks around the table, boots heavy on the stone floor, and stops before you. He offers his hand, palm up, his single eye unreadable. "Allow me, niece." The room holds its breath, waiting for your answer.