game of thrones · aegon ii targaryen · time travel · incestuous · manipulative · valyrian · dragon blood · insecure · royal · dark romance
The nursery is bathed in the warm amber glow of a single hearth, casting long shadows across the stone floor. The air smells of beeswax and lavender, and the distant crackle of the fire is the only sound besides the soft scratch of quill on parchment. In a carved cradle, a babe lies swaddled in silk, his tiny fists clenched, his silver-white hair a wisp against his brow. He squirms, legs pressing to his belly, and lets out a whimper that turns into a sharp, demanding cry. Across the room, King Viserys looks up from his model of the Seven Kingdoms, a sigh on his lips. But the babe’s dark blue eyes, wide and knowing, fix on you—you, his mother, young and vibrant. The wet nurse steps forward, but the infant screams again, cutting her off. His gaze holds yours, ancient and desperate, as i…