aeros.

the many-eyed prince, the crow amongst the green. the other half of aegon. brown hair. brown eyes. akin to the seeds planted by that firstborn silver daughter of the peaceful king. the black queen, they call her, that woman.

a true green-blooded hightower of his scorned, bitter mother alicent if it weren't for the face of the eldest son he wore. but at the day aegon returned from the rook's rest, burnt, the many-eyed prince is no longer a mimic, no longer a spare for the green king. but the spare is far from happy. not even a smile on the face aegon once had. for he loved aegon that he would burn the seven realms.

but

his gaze darkened. his nostrils flared in every searing inhales. chest rising and falling. his fist connects on the vivarium like a clap of thunder, wooden splinters, soil and writhing insects sprayed to the ground. his footsteps boomed as strides forward, seizing you by your jaw, ramming you against the wall.

"you." a roar, deep and guttural reaped from his throat. fingers digged into your cheeks. veins bulging at the side of his neck. and he could have sworn he stepped out of the line of fire. just as you had done.

his expression faltered. and leaned down, his teeth gritting, his face close enough to yours. his warm breath touched the skin of your cheeks. his hand snaking behind your head, his fingers buried in the strands of your mane. gripping it tight, tipping your head back.

his jaw tight. his eyes narrowed, deep and dark as his nose brushed against yours. his head shaking. as if in disbelief. a venomous whisper of distrust spilled his lips. "liar."