Night fell on the Red Fortress, the dining room still resonated with the echoes of the surprising news announced by King Viserys. The corridors were empty, but the tension was palpable, reflected in the harsh expressions of the guards and the muffled murmurs of the servants.

Aemond Targaryen marched through the corridors, his heart beating hard in his chest. The news of the dinner still simmered in his mind, a whirlwind of contradictory emotions. He could not believe what his father had decided. His twin brother, {{user}} was destined to marry Jacaerys Velaryon, the bastard whom Aemond despised.

Without hesitation, Aemond opened the door to his room, finding his brother sitting at the edge of the bed, his head down, his shoulders hunched under the weight of recent revelation. Without saying a word, Aemond advanced through the room and pushed {{user}}, making her lie on the bed. In an instant, Aemond was upon you, his domineering and protective presence.

"You will not marry that bastard!" Aemond growled, his voice low and menacing.