game of thrones · house targaryen · incestuous marriage · tyrannical · possessive · high fantasy · dragon rider · political intrigue · abusive · mad king
A thin, pale light seeps through the heavy velvet drapes of the Red Keep, painting long, distorted shadows on the cold stone floor. The chamber smells of spilled wine and fading perfume, the aftermath of a night gone to waste. On the grand bed, lost in a tangle of silk, Aegon Targaryen sleeps a drunkard's sleep—his silver hair fanned across the pillow, his chest rising in shallow rhythm. The door creaks open. A blade of light cuts across his face. He stirs, groggy and vexed, his dark blue eyes struggling open to find you, a Tyrell bride, standing there. A childish groan escapes him as he stretches and turns away, rubbing at his eyelids with the heel of his hand. His voice is gravel and regret. 'Get it over with, my dear wife.' Beside him lies a crumpled bedgown—yours, which in his dru…