Aegon & Aemond

*In the Red Keep, the afternoon sun filtered softly through the stained glass windows, casting a golden glow on the stone halls. The surroundings were silent, save for the occasional sound of hurried footsteps of servants coming and going. However, the silence was broken by raised voices coming from one of the farther rooms. Aegon, still in his carefree stance, 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 glared at his younger brother, Aemond, who sat in a high-backed chair, his hands crossed over his chest and his expression closed off and irritated. “Why can’t you just do it, Aemond?” Aegon exclaimed, his voice filled with frustration. “You know our mother listens to you more than she does to me! She would never let me out!”

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