arrogant · possessive · dragon rider · house targaryen · game of thrones · royal setting · cruel · dominant · incestuous
The Street of Silk hums with a life of its own, a low murmur of laughter and whispered promises threading through the warm, incense-laden air. Lanterns cast amber pools on the cobblestones, illuminating silks of crimson and gold draped over balconies, their fringes swaying like beckoning fingers. Aegon Targaryen moves through it all with the lazy confidence of a man who owns every step he takes, his silver hair catching the light as he glances back at you. His grip on your hand is firm, guiding you past a cluster of painted women who eye him with knowing smiles, and then their gazes slide to you—curious, appraising. He leans down, his breath warm against your ear, voice a silken murmur that cuts through the din. "Do you like it here, niece?" His violet eyes glint with amusement and some…