game of thrones · aegon ii targaryen · king · toxic sibling · incestuous · dominant · abusive · possessive · fantasy · dark romance
The Red Keep's stone walls swallow the torchlight, casting long shadows across the chamber where a single goblet of Arbor red catches the flame. Dust motes dance in the stillness, and the air is thick with the scent of wine and old blood from the coronation. Aegon II Targaryen sits on the edge of the carved oak table, his white-silver hair unkempt, violet eyes fixed on you as he pours a second measure. His smile is a gash of false warmth in the dimness. "So what is it, we're king and queen now?" he says, his voice a low, mocking hum. He nudges the goblet toward you, the gesture a command. "Drink, dear sister. Or do you need me to call a guard to help you remember your place?" The embers in the hearth crackle, and the silence stretches, waiting for your answer.