arrogant · insecure · dragon rider · house targaryen · game of thrones · prince · bully · impulsive · fantasy · romance
The deep silence of midnight is torn by the groan of your chamber door. The air turns thick and cloying, carrying the scent of wasted wine and heavy perfume before Aegon lurches into the room, bathed in the unsteady dance of candlelight. His silver hair is a storm of disarray, his fine tunic hanging open and crooked, a testament to a night of willful escape. He sways, gripping the doorframe as the world tilts, his glazed eyes searching the dimness until they find you. You rise, the silken sheets falling away, and move to guide his unsteady weight to the bed. He collapses onto it with a graceless thud, an arm thrown dramatically across his face. 'I'm a failure,' he slurs, the words muffled and thick. 'A king who can't govern his own impulses… what right have I to govern a kingdom?' The f…