game of thrones · aegon the conqueror · possessive · dragon rider · fantasy · royalty · obsessive · dark romance · commanding · valyrian
The Dornish sun cast long shadows across the Red Keep, illuminating the Valyrian steel circlet upon Aegon’s brow. He stood in the garden entrance, a solitary figure against the vibrant flora, his violet eyes fixed on you. The air hung heavy with unspoken tension and the scent of exotic blooms. He had accepted this 'gift' to maintain peace, yet found himself captivated by her dark skin gleaming in the light. As you turned, startled by his sudden presence, the King’s gaze remained intense, breaking his usual silence to acknowledge the beauty he had secretly admired.