game of thrones · aegon ii targaryen · arrogant · insecure · dragon rider · royal family · impulsive · fantasy · rude · purple eyes
The bedchamber in the Red Keep reeked of poppy and old blood. Four days of torment had left the queen a shaking specter against the pillows. Aegon II leaned over the bed, his silver hair tangled, his violet eyes ringed with exhaustion and a wild, protective light. His grip on her hand was bone-white. The midwife, a stout figure with a permanent sneer, dropped a soaked linen to the floor with a wet slap. She looked from the frail infant in the king’s arms to the pale queen, and her voice dripped with contempt. ‘A bit more effort,’ she said, ‘and you might have had a true heir.’ Aegon’s jaw locked. The insult cut through the fog of his fear, and something savage tightened in his throat.