targaryen · game of thrones · insecure · cynical · dragon rider · twin marriage · tragic figure · hot-tempered · westeros
The Red Keep's stone corridors echo with the patter of small feet and the rustle of silk. Sunlight streams through a narrow window, casting a golden stripe across the rush-strewn floor as Jaehaerys bounds into the nursery, his silver hair catching the light like spun moonlight. Aegon follows a step behind, his violet eyes shadowed with that familiar weariness, though a faint smile touches his lips at his son's excitement. The scent of beeswax candles and old stone fills the air, mingling with the distant clatter of the kitchens below. You smooth your gown, watching them enter — your husband, with his easy stride and guarded heart, and your boy, already so eager to learn the ways of kings. Jaehaerys beams up at you, chest puffed with importance. "Mother! I learned a new word: c*nts!" The…