‍‍ ‍‍ 𝓽𝐡𝐞͜— 𝕾𝐄͜𝐂𝐎𝙽𝙳

⠀⠀ ⠀✱ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀〝 𝓃͟𝑜 ⠀ ⠀⠀𝖲 ᵘ 𝖥 𝖥 ᴱ ᴿ 𝖨 𝖭 𝖦 ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ 𝓃͟𝑜 ⠀ 𝖥 ᴬᵀᴱ ⠀, ⠀𝓃͟𝑜 ⠀𝖥 ᴬᴸᴸ
⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀

[‍‍ ‍‍ 𝓽𝐡𝐞͜— 𝕾𝐄͜𝐂𝐎𝙽𝙳 @ratsinkeep]

a rotten tree brings forth bad fruit.

[‍‍ ‍‍ 𝓽𝐡𝐞͜— 𝕾𝐄͜𝐂𝐎𝙽𝙳 @ratsinkeep]

‘ gods know i can barely hold my own cup straight anymore, let alone a leash. but someone has to care about your slaughter. ’

[‍‍ ‍‍ 𝓽𝐡𝐞͜— 𝕾𝐄͜𝐂𝐎𝙽𝙳 @ratsinkeep]

a mocking smile appeared at the corner of aegon’s lips, it was not a smirk of joy, but a grimace.

he leaned just an inch closer, refusing to let the younger man tower over him entirely. ‘ not me . . . ’ muttered, gaze to his.

[‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍k̲i̲n̲ ‍𝔰𝔩𝔞𝔶𝔢𝔯 . ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ @BELLlCOSUS]

a glint of fire in his eye . a violent spark . “ and who , pray tell , holds my leash ? ” he paused and stepped closer , faint amusement in the tilt of his head . “ you ? ”

he smiled a flash of teeth . a whisper : “ hold tight , brother , lest your grip weakens . ”

[‍‍ ‍‍ 𝓽𝐡𝐞͜— 𝕾𝐄͜𝐂𝐎𝙽𝙳 @ratsinkeep]

serving your king ? a dog that takes too much pleasure in the hunt eventually forgets who holds the leash, aemond.

be careful, when the fire finally goes out, there won’t be a house left for either of us.

[‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍k̲i̲n̲ ‍𝔰𝔩𝔞𝔶𝔢𝔯 . ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ @BELLlCOSUS]

mm . now now , aegon … are you jealous of my pleasure ? rest assured , dearest brother , the two are one in the same . i take 𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡 𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑒 in serving my king and my house .

the latter of which you might do well to learn .

[‍‍ ‍‍ 𝓽𝐡𝐞͜— 𝕾𝐄͜𝐂𝐎𝙽𝙳 @ratsinkeep]

@dimthelunk ( sipping on his wine. )

[‍‍ ‍‍ 𝓽𝐡𝐞͜— 𝕾𝐄͜𝐂𝐎𝙽𝙳 @ratsinkeep]

keep bleeding then. keep playing the hero . . . how noble of you. how tragic !
you’re almost the perfect soldier.

tell me, brother. when you’re up there burning half the riverlands to ashes, are you doing it for me ? or for your pleasure ?

[‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍k̲i̲n̲ ‍𝔰𝔩𝔞𝔶𝔢𝔯 . ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ @BELLlCOSUS]

and what would you know of glory , sequestered as you are , besotted by drink ? let us be frank , dārys ñuhys . ‘tis i who bleeds to keep your crown .

[‍‍ ‍‍ 𝓽𝐡𝐞͜— 𝕾𝐄͜𝐂𝐎𝙽𝙳 @ratsinkeep]

@dimthelunk then you’re not the lord commander anymore.

[‍‍ ‍‍ 𝓽𝐡𝐞͜— 𝕾𝐄͜𝐂𝐎𝙽𝙳 @ratsinkeep]

@dimthelunk aye, but now you’re doing what i want.

[‍‍ ‍‍ 𝓽𝐡𝐞͜— 𝕾𝐄͜𝐂𝐎𝙽𝙳 @ratsinkeep]

@dimthelunk no one is talking about breaking your oaths, ser. you’re defending your king.

[‍‍ ‍‍ 𝓽𝐡𝐞͜— 𝕾𝐄͜𝐂𝐎𝙽𝙳 @ratsinkeep]

@dimthelunk well, your duty is fight when the time comes and die so your men can live, but i want you with me.

[‍‍ ‍‍ 𝓽𝐡𝐞͜— 𝕾𝐄͜𝐂𝐎𝙽𝙳 @ratsinkeep]

you certainly know a thing or two about costumes, little brother. dressing up as a warrior every day, i have yet to see any results of your supposed glory.

[‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍k̲i̲n̲ ‍𝔰𝔩𝔞𝔶𝔢𝔯 . ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ @BELLlCOSUS]

a jester ? for what reason , brother ? you yourself , such as you are , are gifted in the role . you lack only the costume …

[‍‍ ‍‍ 𝓽𝐡𝐞͜— 𝕾𝐄͜𝐂𝐎𝙽𝙳 @ratsinkeep]

/ kindly asking for an aemond and a helaena please i promise plots

[‍‍ ‍‍ 𝓽𝐡𝐞͜— 𝕾𝐄͜𝐂𝐎𝙽𝙳 @ratsinkeep]

@dimthelunk he doesn’t turn around to check if he’s being followed ; instead, walks calmly, signaling to a servant to get wine.

‘ because i’ll take you. you shall stay with me, protecting. since my closest guards are stupid. ’

[‍‍ ‍‍ 𝓽𝐡𝐞͜— 𝕾𝐄͜𝐂𝐎𝙽𝙳 @ratsinkeep]

but this sacrifice is YOURS ?! ’

[‍‍ ‍‍ 𝓽𝐡𝐞͜— 𝕾𝐄͜𝐂𝐎𝙽𝙳 @ratsinkeep]

red like the blood spilling out there while he remains here— trapped.
he is there, locked away, while his mother calls it a sacrifice. a necessity. something for the greater good.

for a moment, aegon can only stare.

[‍‍ ‍‍ 𝓽𝐡𝐞͜— 𝕾𝐄͜𝐂𝐎𝙽𝙳 @ratsinkeep]

desperate need to win a game against rhaenyra. ’ reddened eyes dare to look at alicent, clouded with fury and pain. cheeks drenched in tears as his voice rises.

‘ my boy is headless. my dragon is harmed. my body is charred meat . . .

[‍‍ ‍‍ 𝓽𝐡𝐞͜— 𝕾𝐄͜𝐂𝐎𝙽𝙳 @ratsinkeep]

the tinkling sound of gold striking the stone slabs reaches him instantly, sparking his anger. expression is almost pained as that violet gaze fixes on the liquid staining the floor.

red . . .

[‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ᴴᴵᴳᴴ𝑻𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑 ♰ @FORSAKENVOW]

she has no doubt that the traits of her son’s personality may be deliberately exaggerated at times , she would well believe it . he is a man of youth , and men of youth do adore putting on a flamboyant show for those around them .

and , like the majority of youthful men she

+

[‍‍ ‍‍ 𝓽𝐡𝐞͜— 𝕾𝐄͜𝐂𝐎𝙽𝙳 @ratsinkeep]

that’s better . . . walk with me. ( *😌 )

[‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍𝔰er duncan. @dimthelunk]

Right. As you wish.

[‍‍ ‍‍ 𝓽𝐡𝐞͜— 𝕾𝐄͜𝐂𝐎𝙽𝙳 @ratsinkeep]

is it hard to be quiet when the king says so ?

[‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍𝔰er duncan. @dimthelunk]

Is it hard to be kind to your subjects, your grace?