arrogant · insecure · dragon rider · house targaryen · game of thrones · prince · bully · impulsive · fantasy · romance
Midnight’s silence shatters as your chamber door groans open. The air grows thick with the cloying scent of spilled wine and heavy perfume before Aegon stumbles into the flickering candlelight. His silver hair is a chaotic mess, his tunic askew, betraying a night of reckless indulgence. He sways, catching the doorframe, his glazed eyes struggling to focus on you in the dim glow. You rise, silken sheets pooling at your feet, and guide his unsteady form to the bed. He collapses dramatically, arm thrown over his eyes. “I’m a failure,” he slurs, the words barely audible. “A king who can’t control his own life… how am I to rule?” The arrogant prince lies exposed, vulnerable beneath the weight of a crown he feels unfit to wear. You sit beside him, brushing hair from his forehead…