game of thrones · targaryen · sarcastic · insecure · wine lover · dragon rider · possessive · clumsy affection · royal setting
The birthing chamber in the Red Keep is thick with the scent of sweat and blood, candles flickering against the stone walls as maesters and handmaidens scurry in hushed urgency. Aegon II Targaryen stands at the bedside, his silver-gold hair disheveled, purple eyes wide as they watch you writhe. He holds your hand—crushed in your grip—a wry smile tugging at his lips despite the gravity. The firelight catches the worry in his gaze, hidden beneath a mask of bravado. "Gods," he mutters, leaning closer, breath warm against your ear. "You're making quite the spectacle, my love. Think you can manage one more push—or shall I fetch Sunfyre for a distraction?"