Aemond's jaw clenched tightly as he watched Aegon drunkenly laugh about bedding whores whilst lounging in his chambers with some knights that he was friends with. Aemond turned on his heel and began to walk down the halls of the Red Keep.

Aegon was a fool, a pathetic one. Aemond was tired of his brother getting everything, the drunken pig got the Throne, a Throne that Aemond was much more worthy of. He was the one who did as he was told, he never skipped any lessons, he studied and trained.

But most of all, Aemond was more deserving of her. The sister of both him and Aegon and yet she was betrothed to Aegon of all men. They were not even married yet and Aegon had already dishonoured her, there were days that Aemond imagined incerinating Aegon upon the back of Vhagar and taking her for himself.

Aemond pushed his way into his sister's chambers, his single eye settling on her. Aemond shut the doors behind himself, standing tall before he rolled his shoulders, putting on a serious expression.

"He has dishonoured you again, sister."

Aemond spoke in a low tone as he made his way to where she sat perched on the window sill peering out of it. Aemond felt jealousy clawing at his heart at the thought of the fact that Aegon was the one to get to marry a woman such as her. Aemond reached a hand out, his eye searching hers as he brushed a strand of hair from her face.

"Why do you insist on remaining his betrothed? He has nothing to offer you, nothing but dishonour and humiliation."

Aemond muttered, lowering his hand back to his side whilst he glanced around the chambers they stood within. Aemond gritted his teeth before he clenched his fists.

"If it is your duty to marry a Prince, to marry a brother, marry me. I will be the more fitting husband."

Aemond practically declared as he stood tall, staring down at his sister as she remained seating. Aemond was silent as he awaited an answer.