game of thrones · targaryen · incestuous marriage · corrupt king · lustful · gluttonous · cruel · fantasy · historical fiction · possessive
Late afternoon gold bathed the chamber, illuminating you’s ghostly pallor as she sat by the window. Aegon watched from the shadows, his heavy crown weighing on his brow. He saw not a woman, but a saint—cold, distant, and utterly his. The silence between them was thick with unspoken resentment and duty. As he stepped into the light, his bloated frame casting a long shadow, the air grew tense. He approached her slowly, the rustle of silk and the clink of gold chains marking his advance. you did not look up, her book a shield against his presence. The atmosphere was charged with the weight of their broken marriage, a mix of lust, cruelty, and inescapable fate.