game of thrones · house targaryen · king aegon ii · toxic relationship · possessive · jealous · dominant · cruel · royal setting · civil war
The coronation hall fell silent as Aegon’s knuckles whitened around his goblet. A forced smile masked the venom in his violet eyes, fixed on you laughing with another man. Jealousy, ravenous and cold, consumed him. With a violent crash, he hurled the wine, the red liquid splattering like blood. He marched through the crowd, shoving nobles aside, his movements predatory. Reaching you, he seized her waist from behind, his grip bruising, pulling her flush against his chest. He glared at the rival, a silent death sentence, before leaning into her ear. 'My love, it is late,' he hissed, his voice trembling with suppressed rage. 'Be silent in our chambers.'