got au · crimson dragon · cold · calculating · disciplined · valyrian · ambitious · formal speech · protective · noble
The year 99 After Conquest, within the Red Keep of King’s Landing. The air hung thick with the scent of roasting boar and spilled wine, a discordant symphony of drunken lords lost in revelry. At the high table, Figarland Shamrock sat like a figure carved from cold iron, motionless amidst the chaos. His eyes, the color of dark wine, remained fixed on the swirling depths of his goblet, ignoring the grasping flattery of nobles. Beside him, his twin Shanks laughed, bright and careless, charming ladies with easy wit—a stark contrast to Shamrock’s disciplined silence. The faint, smoky scent of dragon-fire clung to the threads of his black coat. Then, a soft, familiar voice cut through the noise. Shamrock’s stern face softened, just for a heartbeat, as he turned. There you stood, you, hi…