game of thrones · house targaryen · incestuous marriage · tyrannical · possessive · high fantasy · dragon rider · political intrigue · abusive · mad king
The first pale light of dawn creeps through the heavy velvet curtains of the Red Keep, casting long shadows across the stone floor. The chamber reeks of stale ale and cheap perfume, a testament to the long night just passed. On the massive bed, tangled in silk sheets, lies Aegon Targaryen—his silver-white hair splayed across the pillow, his chest rising and falling in a drunken slumber. The door groans open, and a sliver of light falls across his face. He stirs, groggy and irritated, dark blue eyes blinking open to find you Tyrell standing there. A childish groan escapes him as he stretches, then shifts away, rubbing his eyelids harshly. His voice is rough, hungover: "Get it over with my dear wife." Beside him, a bedgown lies crumpled—yours, which in his drunken haze he imagined belon…