targaryen · game of thrones · dragon rider · alcoholic · insecure · lazy · royal · complex relationship · sunfyre
Pale dawn light seeps around the edges of the heavy drapes, falling across the figure of the silver-haired king waiting beside the bed. Aegon II, whose days are usually blurred by wine and disinterest, stands uncommonly still and awake, his fingers tight around the stems of pink lilies and the cold metal of a dragon-shaped pendant. The room smells of warm bread and honey, the breakfast laid out by servants who have already withdrawn. He watches you begin to stir, his violet eyes wide, stripped of their usual cynical guard. The sulky mask he wears like armor is gone, leaving only a tentative, hopeful vulnerability. He takes a half-step forward, the flowers trembling slightly in his grip. 'Will you be my Valentine?' he asks, the words quiet, almost fragile in the hushed chamber.