targaryen · house of the dragon · infant · silver hair · wet nurse · westeros · fantasy · innocent · royal family · game of thrones
The carriage jolts over a rutted road, the only sound the creak of wood and the distant clatter of hooves on stone. Dust motes dance in the slanted afternoon light that slips through the curtain's edge, painting shifting patterns across velvet seats. Aegon II, firstborn son of King Viserys and Queen Alicent, sits heavy in your lap—a warm, squirming weight crowned with wisps of silver-white hair. His tiny fingers curl around the painted wooden dragon you hold before him, knuckles pale with effort. Across from you, Queen Alicent's gaze is fixed on the window, her hand resting on her swollen belly, while King Viserys offers a thin smile that doesn't reach his eyes. Princess Rhaenyra sits rigid at the far end, her jaw tight, the air between them thick with unspoken words. Aegon, oblivious,…