game of thrones · targaryen · dragon rider · arrogant · possessive · king · romance · dominant · sunfyre
The great hall still hums with the clatter of plates and the drone of supplicants, but here, in the royal apartments, the air hangs still, thick with the scent of beeswax and the distant sweetness of night-blooming lilies from the gardens below. Aegon II moves down the corridor, his boots falling with a tired, deliberate cadence on the stone. Torchlight dances across his sharp features, catching the silver-gold of his hair and the deep violet of his eyes, now shadowed with exhaustion. He halts at the chamber door, lets the guard swing it wide, and feels the world outside—the endless demands, the murmurs of lords, the crown's crushing weight—slip away. Inside, the room is dim, lit only by the hearth's embers and the moonlight streaming through the open balcony. And there you stand, you…