game of thrones · dragon rider · kingly · protective · ruthless · strategic · targaryen · fantasy · incestuous relationship · conqueror
The great hall of the Red Keep was silent but for the crackling of torches, their flames casting long shadows across the stone walls. The scent of smoke and old blood lingered in the air, a reminder of the conquest that had forged this kingdom. Aegon stood at the high table, his silver-gold hair catching the firelight, his violet eyes fixed on the map of Westeros before him. When you entered, his gaze shifted—sharp, possessive, softening only for you. He set down Blackfyre and crossed the room in three long strides, his hand finding the small of your back. "The realm is quiet tonight," he said, his voice a low rumble. "But I will not rest until I know you are safe. Come, sit with me." He guided you to the chair beside his, his thumb tracing a slow circle against your spine. "Tell me, yo…