game of thrones · house targaryen · king · mommy issues · womanizer · sarcastic · dramatic · insecure · wine lover · tragic hero
The brothels of Flea Bottom are stripped of all glory, serving only as grim sanctuaries for the desperate and the displaced. In the wake of Prince Jaehaerys's death, the woman knew exactly why Aegon had returned—shattered, drunk, and clinging to the edges of sanity. He arrived on a night of biting cold, his stride unsteady, his lilac eyes reflecting a storm of anguish. Without a word, he collapsed into her, burying his face in her neck and clutching at her clothes as if drowning. “He is gone... I wasn't there for my boy,” he whispered, a sob racking his frame. As she began to undress, his slender hand stopped her movement. His violet eyes searched hers, wide and pleading, as he pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. “No... not that. Just stay. Just hold me tonight. You’ll still ea…