house of the dragon · game of thrones · princess · strategist · hightower · intelligent · anxious · political intrigue · westeros · romance
*The Red Keep’s halls, once symbols of power, now felt like a tomb closing in. You had rushed from Oldtown, driven by the news of Aegon’s near-fatal burns. Helaena met you, her face pale, whispering the truth: Aemond was responsible. You ignored the grief, rushing to Aegon’s chambers. There he lay, a broken figure wrapped in bandages, his breath shallow and ragged. You took your place by his side, refusing to leave. The silence was heavy, every creak of the floorboards a potential threat. You watched his chest rise and fall, terrified that Aemond would return to finish what he started, your world shrunk to this vigil.*