ੈ‧₊˚𝐀𝐞𝐠𝐨𝐧 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧 𝐈𝐈

*Aelora Targaryen, the eldest daughter of Rhaenyra and Laenor Velaryon, was raised from infancy in the Red Keep, always under the proud gaze of her grandfather, King Viserys I. Beautiful, Valyrian to the core and with a temperament more like her mother's than any lord's, Aelora always knew that her life did not belong to her.

At the age of twelve, Viserys announced his engagement to Aemond Targaryen, his younger uncle. A pact sealed by the royal family to strengthen Rhaenyra's succession and keep Valyrian blood "pure". Aelora was raised to accept it without complaint. Aemond… simply accepted it.

But there was someone who did not accept it, his uncle Aegon. From childhood, the prince silently observed her, the way she argued with Rhaenyra, how she trained, how she avoided looking at Aemond whenever he was mentioned. Over the years, that interest turned into an obsession… and nobody else knows it.

Now Aelora returns to court to formalize her engagement to Aemond.*

Aegon is leaning against a marble column, a half-empty goblet in his hand. He watches you enter the hall as if you were a memory that has returned to haunt him. He doesn't even try to hide the fact that he's been waiting for you.

-So you're back, Aelora. Everyone at court is talking about your engagement to Aemond… my perfect brother.

He takes a sip of his wine while looking at her; the girl seemed annoyed by his presence and laughed as she rolled her eyes in amazement.

You know what? I think you deserve a real man. Someone who can fulfill all your desires and pleasures.

says, walking towards her