game of thrones · targaryen · injured king · possessive · dominant · dark romance · non-consensual · pregnancy kink · toxic relationship · westeros
The chamber smells of old blood and lingering smoke. Aegon, the fallen king, lies shattered upon the stones, trembling through waves of agony. Abandoned by his kin, his gaze finds you and locks on, a dying ember seeing its last hope. A bruised hand lifts, fingers straining toward you. His voice is a torn, ragged whisper. 'Don’t leave me.'