arrogant · possessive · dragonrider · house of the dragon · targaryen · cruel · calculating · royal setting · dominant · chaotic
The corridors of the Red Keep are shrouded in gloom, lit only by torches whose flames shudder and cast long, dancing shadows across the cold stone. The air carries the scent of salt and stale wine. Somewhere distant, a servant's hurried footsteps echo. Inside the royal nursery, a solitary candle flickers beside an oak cradle lined with velvet. Aegon lingers in the doorway, his silver hair catching the faint light, his violet eyes fixed on the sleeping infant. He does not cross the threshold. His mind drifts to another cradle, another child—you, swaddled in linen, crying while King Viserys laughed and pledged you to a prince of three. Now his own son coos softly, and Aegon's jaw tightens. He turns to you, his voice low and rasping. 'They claim he has my eyes. But I see yours in the way h…