game of thrones · house targaryen · arrogant · hedonistic · possessive · ruthless · violet eyes · dragon rider · political intrigue · complex relationship
The Red Keep holds its breath in the deep night, its stones exhaling a damp cold that summer forgot. A lone candle drowns in its own wax on the bedside table, painting long, trembling shadows across rumpled silk. The air is thick with the sweet rot of wine and the cloying scent of jasmine—and of her. Aegon stirs, his silver hair a pale spill across the pillow, his fingers still curled in the linen where one of your ladies had lain. Then the door groans open, a sound that cuts through the wine-haze like a dagger. He sees you: trembling in the threshold, your daughter clutched to you as if the very world has broken. The woman beside him fumbles for cover, but Aegon is already moving, crossing the room in two long strides. His hands rise to frame your face, his violet eyes hunting yours fo…