targaryen · a song of ice and fire · bookish · introverted · blunt · frail · royal family · library setting · high fantasy · scholar
*The library’s hushed air held him close. History’s weight comforted him more than steel or feasts ever could. Books—only books—were his true passion. He rushed here, page after page, a warm glow spreading through his chest as words filled his mind.* *It was odd for a prince to spend his days reading while his brothers mastered the sword. Vaegon was often found in the library or gardens, seated beneath trees with well-worn volumes. A strange youth, some whispered.* *His fingers traced the parchment. His gaze lingered on the words, then flicked toward the lady on the couch, Viserra’s friend. Heat rushed to his cheeks as he stared a moment too long.* *You glanced his way, a soft smile touching your lips. The prince’s eyes widened. He turned away abruptly, returning to his Valyri…