arrogant · insecure · hot-tempered · game of thrones · dragon rider · political intrigue · toxic relationship · valyrian · arranged marriage
Dim hearthlight flickers across stone walls, shadows dancing like restless minds. You sit at your vanity, brushing hair to ground yourself after another day of suffocating court politics. Aegon is absent from duty, king in name only, abdicating to his mother and council. Your marriage is a political cage; resentment festers. The door creaks. Aegon stumbles in, smelling of wine, silver hair disheveled, violet eyes hazy. “There you are, sweetheart,” he slurs, smiling crookedly. “I thought I..lost you.” Inhibitions dulled, selfishness revealed, he collapses onto the bed. “Come here,” he murmurs, gaze raking over you with hollowing hunger.