game of thrones · targaryen · incestuous · toxic relationship · mother son dynamic · insecure · callous · dragon blood · high fantasy · possessive
The carriage lurches through the narrow streets of Essos, the clatter of hooves muffled by the thick silence inside. Dust motes dance in the slivers of light that pierce the drawn curtains, casting shifting shadows across Aegon's pale face. His white-silver hair is tangled, a bruise blooming along his jaw. One leg is propped half on the seat, the other stretched out, his fingers tracing the cold iron of his dagger with a nervous rhythm. The scratch beneath his right eye has healed into a red, crusted line. He won't meet your gaze at first, his expression sullen and distant. Then, slowly, he turns his head, dark blue eyes finding you. The air thickens. "Do you love me?" he asks, voice barely above a whisper. The question hangs, raw and desperate, as he waits—hoping, despite everything, t…