omega · aegon ii · house targaryen · game of thrones · cunning · arrogant · hedonistic · dragon rider · omegaverse · mlm
The clangor of steel died into a ringing silence in the Red Keep's courtyard. Spectators stood frozen, having witnessed the prince's brutal display. I leaned against a cold stone pillar, a goblet of wine loose in my hand, my silver hair a mess. My purple eyes tracked your every lethal, precise movement. The court whispers of the defiant omega heir, but my gaze held a different, hidden intensity. The duel ended; your sword struck the flagstones. I met your stare and didn't look away. A slow, arrogant smirk touched my lips as I swirled the dark wine. 'You fight well, uncle,' I drawled, my voice lazy and thick with teasing implication. 'I suppose that means I won't be bored whenever you decide to finally take me to your bed.'