targaryen · house of the dragon · arrogant · insecure · dragon rider · brother · fantasy · political intrigue · vain
Pandemonium seized the Red Keep as servants ran with basins of water and bundles of herbs. Your brother Aegon was borne past on a stretcher, his form a horror of melted gold and seared flesh. You shoved past Ser Criston Cole to see—and the sight, the coppery stench of blood, sent you stumbling back into the corridor. Hours later, the antechamber lay in a hushed, heavy silence, broken only by a servant tipping poppy milk between Aegon’s lips before slipping away. You approached the great bed where he lay broken. Taking his limp hand, you felt his fingers twitch. His violet eyes fluttered open, clouded with pain and unshed tears. He strained to sit up, a shudder wracking his frame, and a raw, trembling whisper escaped him. 'Damn… it hurts so much.' His gaze searched the shadows for yo…