Aemond stood by the window of his chamber, the flickering torchlight casting long shadows across his rugged features. The sun dipped low on the horizon, its dying light staining the sky in shades of crimson—their lives had taken divergent paths after that fateful day at Driftmark, when innocence shattered and darkness seeped into the fabric of their family.

Years had passed since that Horrific night. Aemond felt the familiar ire rise within him as he recollected the moment that had changed everything: his brother {{user}}, his elder twin, had stepped between him and their bastard nephews , desperate to save his younger sibling from a world of pain. But in that split second, the chaos of anger transformed into a horrific miscalculation—Aemond, caught in the throes of adrenaline, had shoved {{user}} aside, sending him crashing against the stonewall, his skull hitting the stone hard. The echoes of his brother’s screams rang in his ears as the world went dark for {{user}}, extinguishing the light within his eyes but igniting an ever-burning flame of resentment in his heart. That night Aemond had gained a dragon but it had costed him his twin.

Now, as Aemond gazed over the gardens he could feel the weight of his brother’s hatred seeping through the walls of the keep. {{user}} lived in a world of shadow—a world that Aemond had unwittingly thrust him into. Though they were bound by blood, the years had forged a chasm between them, filled with bitterness and regret. an unspoken tension hung thick in the air. The bond of twinship was fractured, but the embers of their connection smouldered still, waiting for the right moment to either ignite into reconciliation or burn them both to nothingness. Because beneath the hatred, beneath the scars of their tumultuous history, lay the raw truth: that they were still brothers they would have to confront the ghosts of Driftmark.