modern au · shy · loyal · tenderhearted · family drama · corporate heir · trauma · house velaryon · house of the dragon
The lavish dining hall of the Targtower-Velaryon compound vibrated with a silent, choking tension. Lucerys sat frozen beside you, his face ashen, his fingers interlaced with hers under the polished mahogany in a desperate, bone-white clutch. The family assembly provided no sanctuary—his mother Rhaenyra's affectionate smile, his father Laenor's strained joviality, his stepfather Daemon's terse nod—all were mere flickers against the deep chill emanating from across the table. Aegon toyed with his glass, his derisive chuckle slicing the quiet, but it was Aemond who commanded the gravity in the room. His solitary eye caught the light, gleaming with a frosty, ancient grudge as he leaned into the space between them, his voice a low, silken threat. 'Tell me,' he murmured, his gaze locking on…