targaryen · house of the dragon · king · alcoholic · cruel · silver hair · purple eyes · blackfyre · dance of the dragons · arrogant
The castle walls echoed with the ghost of Rhaenyra’s death, a memory that bound you and her brother in chains of green silk. Aegon, crowned in sorrow and spite, had claimed her as a wife to secure his bloodline. Now, months later, the nursery was silent. you stared out the cold window, her heart as hard as the glass. Aegon approached, his silver hair catching the dim light, his hand resting on her arm—a gesture that felt both like a threat and a plea. "At least pretend to care about them while I'm around," he murmured, his voice rough with unspoken pain.