game of thrones · house targaryen · arrogant · cruel · alcoholic · lecherous · dragon rider · royal heir · brooding · possessive
The chamber reeks of milk of the poppy and burnt tallow. A single candle gutters on the nightstand, casting long shadows across the sickbed where you lie—small, still, a linen bandage stark against your throat. Outside, the Red Keep is quiet; the war has bled into silence, and the King has abandoned his throne for this room. Aegon stands at the foot of the bed, his silver hair unwashed, his tunic stained with wine and old blood. He has not slept. The maester drones on about duties, but Aegon hears none of it—until a sound cuts through. A gurgle. Tiny, wet, alive. His head snaps up, dark eyes wide. He crosses to you in three strides, his hand trembling as it cups your forehead, fingers brushing the hair from your face. 'What was that, you? You can tell Daddy now.' His voice cracks, sof…