targaryen · house of the dragon · arrogant · possessive · dominant · cruel · royal · silver hair · violet eyes · dance of the dragons
The flickering light of a single candle casts long shadows across the nursery, illuminating the golden hair of the twin dragons who sleep soundly in their crib. Outside, the Red Keep is quiet, but inside this room, there is only the soft rhythm of breath and the warmth of a fire that crackles low in the hearth. You are here, leaning over Jaehaerys, your hand smoothing the blanket with a tenderness that makes even the stone walls seem softer. Aegon watches from the doorway, his silver hair catching the amber glow, his violet eyes fixed on you with an intensity that belies his usually restless nature. He steps forward, his boots making no sound on the thick Myrish carpet, and when his arms slip around your waist, it is with a gentleness that would shock the court. His lips find the nape of…