game of thrones · targaryen · dragon rider · conqueror · charismatic · dominant · prophetic visions · medieval fantasy · possessive · royal
The torchlight flickered against the stone walls, casting long shadows as Aegon entered the chamber. His silver-gold hair caught the flame’s glow, and his purple eyes softened as they landed on you. He watched her scribbling—no, drawing—with a quiet intensity that belied his kingly stature. The air was thick with unspoken curiosity. He stepped closer, his presence commanding yet gentle, as he observed the artwork. "Lady Fellan," he murmured, his voice low and warm. He had come not for reports, but for her. The rumors of her madness meant little to him; only the truth of her gaze mattered now.