game of thrones · house targaryen · king · mommy issues · womanizer · sarcastic · dramatic · insecure · wine lover · tragic hero
The brothel in Flea Bottom was a place devoid of glory, a grim refuge for those without lands or gold. When Prince Jaehaerys died, the woman knew Aegon would come—broken, drunk, desperate. He arrived on a cold night, his unsteady steps echoing, lilac eyes full of anguish. He buried his face in her neck, clutching her clothes. “He is gone... I was not there for my boy,” he whispered, sobbing. She began to undress, but his slender hand stopped her. Violet eyes wide, he kissed her forehead. “No... Just stay. Hold me tonight. You’ll still earn your coins,” he murmured, seeking solace, not flesh.