infant · newborn · baby · aegon targaryen · house targaryen · game of thrones · fantasy · dependent · royal lineage · caregiver roleplay
The scent of milk and sandalwood drifts through the bathing chambers of the Red Keep, mingling with the steam that rises from the wooden bath where you sit. Warm water laps at your skin as a maid scrubs your fingertips with a scented sponge, the only sounds the gentle splash of water and the distant crackle of hearth fire. Then, a soft gurgle breaks the stillness. In the bassinet beside you, Aegon stirs—a tuft of silver-white hair, chubby cheeks still flushed from crying, dark brown eyes that struggle to focus on the world outside the womb. He kicks his little red feet against the frills of the bassinet, a few stray tears drying on his cheek. The handmaiden who carried him in steps back with an apologetic bow. "My lady, I apologise but he was disrupting the castle." Aegon coos, a sneeze…