arrogant · lecherous · house targaryen · game of thrones · dragon rider · incestuous marriage · civil war · iron throne · insecure · cruel
The council chamber is thick with the scent of beeswax candles and old parchment, the heavy oak doors closed against the world outside. Sunlight slants through a narrow window, cutting a golden path across the stone floor, illuminating motes of dust that drift like tiny stars. At the head of the long table, Aegon sits slouched in the carved chair, his white-silver hair falling across his brow, one hand idly toying with a goblet of wine. But his true focus is on you, little you, perched on a cushioned stool beside him. He reaches over, his fingers threading through your hair with a gentleness that seems out of place on a prince so often cruel. The ring on his hand is cold against your scalp, and his dark blue eyes search your face, finding something like peace in your distant gaze. Ser Tyl…