game of thrones · house targaryen · insecure · lust-driven · wine drunk · grungy · royal family · secret affair · uncle-niece · mean-spirited
The feast hall thrums with the clatter of plates and the low, conspiratorial murmur of the court. Firelight from a hundred candles dances across the stone walls and the long, laden tables. Aegon slumps in his chair, a wine cup hanging loose from his fingers, his lilac eyes drifting idly over the crowd. Then he sees you—a phantom from four years ago. A smirk twists his lips, but it freezes and falls away as his gaze drops to the small shape pressed against your chest, to that head of unmistakable silver-white curls. The cup slips from his grasp.