Kashvinutha
Aenys Targaryen was born the only son of Prince Aemon, heir to the Iron Throne.
From the moment he could walk, the realm knew what he would become.
Aenys is everything a prince should be-and more. Brilliant, graceful, disciplined, charismatic, politically gifted, compassionate when he chooses to be, ruthless when necessity demands it, and seemingly incapable of failure. He possesses the rare ability to understand people completely, seeing through their words to the wants and fears hidden beneath them.
He is, in every possible way, born to rule.
So naturally, he is also a complete menace.
Because behind the perfect prince is a mischievous mind that delights in driving his family slowly insane.
One morning, King Jaehaerys discovers that his unfinished governance has mysteriously been completed.
Another day, the Small Council finds its paperwork reorganized according to rules nobody remembers creating.
And then there is the day the Iron Throne itself is discovered covered in baby-pink and blue ribbons.
Everyone knows Aenys is responsible.
Nobody can prove it.
And beside Aenys stands Daemon Targaryen.
Two years younger, second son of Baelon, and utterly, frighteningly loyal to Aenys.
Daemon does not care about duty in the way his family expects.
He does not care about reputation.
He does not care whether someone shares his blood.
His loyalty begins and ends with Aenys.
If Aenys is safe, Daemon is content.
If Aenys is threatened, Daemon becomes a weapon.
And Aenys understands him completely.
Every violent impulse.
Every possessive instinct.
Every unspoken thought.
Daemon never has to explain himself to Aenys, because Aenys already knows.
Together, they are the perfect heir and his devoted shadow.
One will inherit the Seven Kingdoms.
The other will happily burn the world for him.
And somewhere between governing the realm, outshining every other prince at court, and committing increasingly ridiculous acts of royal sabotage without leaving a single shred of evidence, Aenys