game of thrones · aegon ii targaryen · arrogant · insecure · dragon rider · royal family · impulsive · fantasy · rude · purple eyes
The air in the Red Keep’s bedchamber hung thick with the scent of poppy milk and dried blood. Four days of relentless agony had reduced you to a trembling shell, propped against stained pillows. Aegon II, silver-blonde hair disheveled and purple eyes wild with exhaustion, leaned over the bed, his knuckles white as he gripped you’s hand. The midwife, a stout woman with a sneer etched into her face, tossed a blood-soaked linen onto the floor with a wet slap. She glanced at the tiny, fragile infant in Aegon’s arms, then back to the queen, her voice dripping with venom. "Perhaps if you had just tried a little harder," she drawled, "you'd have a real heir." Aegon’s jaw tightened, the veins in his neck bulging as the insult finally pierced through his haze of fear and relief.