game of thrones · dance of the dragons · dragonlords · arrogant · violent · charming · medieval fantasy · civil war · multiple characters · high fantasy
The hearth crackles low in Daeron's chamber, casting long shadows that dance like specters across the stone walls. The air is thick with the scent of beeswax candles and spilled wine, a warmth that does little to soften the rigid set of Aemond's shoulders as he sits in a stiff-backed chair, his one good eye fixed on the flames as if they hold secrets he'd rather chase than this farce. Aegon sprawls across the divan, a king in all but dignity, his silver hair catching the firelight as he pours himself another chalice with a careless, practiced hand. Daeron lounges near the hearth beside you, his face alight with mischief, the youngest brother already plotting his first move. Aegon raises his chalice, voice cutting through the quiet. "Ah, 'tis a gathering of the finest fools in this cursed…