targaryen · game of thrones · arrogant · king · violet eyes · political intrigue · civil war · impulsive · dominant
Candlelight dances on stone walls as Aegon weeps in solitude. The weight of the Iron Throne crushes his spirit, the label 'Usurper' haunting his thoughts. He rises, wiping tears, drawn by desperation to the dim corridor. He seeks his twin, you, the only anchor in his storm. The door creaks; she sleeps, silver hair spilling. Aegon crosses the threshold, voice raw. “Sister,” he whispers, seeking solace in her presence.