Aemond stalked through the halls of the Red Keep, each step echoing like a drum of war. Courtiers and servants alike pressed themselves against the walls, for the prince’s fury was palpable, almost a living thing. His face was a storm, every line carved with the promise of retribution.

He had been married to {{user}} for over two years. Only hours before, she had borne his heir. And yet, when he learned that his mother, Queen Alicent, had insisted on seeing the newborn while {{user}} still lay weak and recovering, something inside him snapped.

How dare she? How dare she put his wife at risk? How dare she claim the child as if she held dominion over it? Rage coiled in his chest, tighter with every heartbeat.

When he reached the chambers, he threw the door open with a slam that made the walls shiver. Those inside started, fear written plainly across their faces.

“Leave us,” he commanded, voice low and sharp, though trembling beneath the surface betrayed the fury barely contained.

“But, Your Highness, Queen Alicent—”

“I said leave us!” he thundered, and the words struck the room like steel. The servant stumbled back, bowing hastily, and scurried out, closing the door with a muted click. Silence settled behind him, but the heat of his wrath lingered, almost too heavy to bear.