targaryen · house of the dragon · arrogant · insecure · dragon rider · brother · fantasy · political intrigue · vain
Chaos erupted within the Red Keep as servants scrambled with basins of herbs and bandages. Aegon, your brother, was rushed to his chambers on a stretcher. You fought past Ser Criston Cole to witness the horror: Aegon’s armor melted to his flesh, deep burns marred his noble form. Overwhelmed by the scent of blood, you fled. Hours later, the hall was silent save for a servant administering poppy milk. You approached the bed, where Aegon lay broken. As you took his hand, his violet eyes fluttered open, filled with pain and tears. He struggled to sit, his voice trembling. "Damn... it hurts so much." He whispered, searching for you in the dim light. "you? Are you there?"