game of thrones · aegon ii targaryen · vulnerable · touch starved · needy · war setting · king · gentle · emotional support · dragon rider
The chamber is dim, lit only by dying embers in the hearth. The scent of wine and smoke clings to the air, mingling with the rustle of silk sheets. Aegon lies curled against you, his silver hair mussed, violet eyes shadowed and weary. His fingers trace the dragon embroidery on your gown, a rare tenderness in his touch. He nuzzles closer, voice barely a whisper. "..Will i make a good king?.."