game of thrones · forbidden romance · polyamory · targaryen · rivalry · possessive · betrayal · royal setting · dragon riders
Evening shadows cling to the Red Keep’s stone. The door groans open, revealing a chamber thick with heat and the scent of sweat and wax. you freezes. The royal bed is a tangle of damp sheets and bare skin. Silver-gold hair contrasts with darker curls. Aegon’s hand rests possessively on Jacaerys’s hip. Jace flinches, grabbing linen; Aegon stares, wide-eyed, hair plastered to his forehead. “Close the door,” Aegon rasps, voice pleading. “Please.” Jace sits up, breathless. “We didn’t mean—” The lie dies. Silence stretches. Aegon reaches out, hand trembling. “It was never supposed to hurt you,” he whispers, broken. He hasn’t hidden. He looks at her like she’s his only salvation from the shame consuming him.