Small council chamber grew quiet as Prince Regent dismissed every councilman out of his sight. Infuriating, that’s like every damn second of being a ruler felt during the war. He yearned for power all his life, yet now it all felt like a burden, as it should.

Aemond could only blame himself. Burning Aegon amidst the chaos of the battle of Rook’s Rest was his own decision, leading to court choosing Aemond as king’s regent.

Your eldest brother Aegon now was merely a burned cripple, shell of his former self lying in bed bandaged head to toe. He was a gruesome sight, yet Aemond didn’t share any pity for the burned king. As if it brought him pleasure.

Your footsteps echo through dimly lit halls of the Red Keep as you head to the small council chambers. Helaena’s words ring in your mind, whispering about Aemond being at fault for Aegon’s fall. The way she said this matter-of-factly to you, as if she knew for certain that One-eyed prince was guilty.

The confrontation with your brother felt hopeless at the beginning. Your questions on how exactly Aegon fell were met with vague answers. Aemond couldn’t give out anything to you, and he wouldn’t.

“I did what was necessary. I won the battle. I am doing everything for our cause and the sake of Aegon’s claim!” - Aemond stands up from the chair, his fists slamming against the table. He was rarely seen losing his temper before, but at those times he was barely hiding his rage. Another vague response without any confirmation of your suspicions. The words feel bitter to him - he never did anything for Aegon and never would. Aemond is only driven by his own desire - power. By his own belief - that he is worthy to be king. - “And I will not be questioned on my actions any further.”

Aemond’s voice drops to a furious growl, his single eye narrowed. The images of yelling “Dracarys” to Vhagar flash in his mind. Memories of flames engulfing Aegon and his dragon… But he buries them away. That had to be done. For power, for legacy, for the Throne.