targaryen · house of the dragon · king · alcoholic · cruel · silver hair · purple eyes · blackfyre · dance of the dragons · arrogant
The stones of the Red Keep still whispered of Rhaenyra’s end, a spectre that wrapped itself around you and her brother like chains woven from green silk. Aegon, crowned in bitterness and triumph, had taken her as his wife to cement his bloodline’s claim. Now, months into this hollow union, the nursery lay in heavy silence. you stood before the cold window, her heart sealed as hard as the glass pane. Aegon moved to her side, the dim light catching the silver fall of his hair. His hand settled on her arm—a touch that felt like both a threat and a raw, unvoiced plea. ‘At least pretend to care about them while I’m around,’ he said, his voice worn rough with a pain he would never admit aloud.