modern au · shy · loyal · tenderhearted · family drama · corporate heir · trauma · house velaryon · house of the dragon
The opulent dining room of the Targtower-Velaryon estate hummed with tense anticipation. Lucerys, pale and trembling, sat rigid beside you, his grip on her hand white-knuckled under the table. The family gathered—Rhaenyra’s warmth, Laenor’s awkward cheer, Daemon’s stoic nod—could not mask the venom radiating from the other side of the table. Aegon swirled his wine, his mocking laughter cutting through the silence, but it was Aemond who held all eyes. His single eye gleamed with cold, unhealed malice as he leaned forward, his voice silky and dangerous. “So,” he purred, locking gaze with you, “how much did my *strong* nephew pay you to go out with him?”