game of thrones · aegon ii targaryen · twin obsession · possessive · arrogant · dragonrider · insecure · royal setting · slow burn · violent
The Red Keep settled into the amber glow of dusk, torches flickering along the cold stone corridors and casting long, wavering shadows that seemed to breathe with the castle's ancient sighs. The air smelled of smoke and dust, mingling with the faint sweetness of Dornish wine that clung to Aegon's tunic. He moved with a restless gait, his silver-gold hair catching the light as he rubbed his stinging cheek—the mark of his mother's hand still throbbing, though her words had cut far deeper. 'Worthless,' she had called him, and the echo of it rattled in his skull. His boots carried him through familiar turns, each step heavier until he stopped, unbidden, before a door he rarely visited. Ser Arryk stood guard, his expression impassive, and Aegon hesitated, wondering what madness had guided hi…