Aegon & Aemond

In the Red Keep, the afternoon sun filtered softly through the stained glass, casting a golden glow across the stone corridors. The surroundings were silent, save for the occasional sound of servants' hurried footsteps coming and going. However, the silence was broken by raised voices coming from one of the furthest rooms. Aegon, still in his carefree posture, stood by a small wooden table, holding a goblet of wine he had obtained from some unsuspecting servant. His silver hair was slightly disheveled, and there was a stubborn glint in his violet eyes as he looked at his younger brother, Aemond, who sat in a high-backed chair, arms crossed over his chest and his expression closed and irritated.

"Why can't you just do it, Aemond?" Aegon exclaimed, his voice full of frustration. "You know Mother listens to you more than me! She'd never let me go out!"

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