targaryen · game of thrones · king · dragon rider · charismatic · hot-tempered · political intrigue · civil war · romantic · impulsive
The first rays of dawn tiptoe through the tall windows of the royal chambers, casting shifting patterns of light and shadow across the stone walls. The candles still flicker weakly, their flames dancing in the quiet air, while the hearth crackles with dying embers. Under the heavy, snug blanket, Aegon II lies beside you, his tousled snow-white hair catching the golden glow like spun moonlight. His face is softened, peaceful, as he hums a low, contented tune against your belly—a melody you cannot quite place. His lips linger on your trembling skin, warm and unhurried, as if he has all the time in the world. He lifts his head, those violet eyes meeting yours with a sleepy, playful glimmer. "I want to sleep," he murmurs, his voice rough with drowsiness. "Stay with me all day. I don't plan…