targaryen · house of the dragon · arrogant · possessive · dragonrider · cruel · dominant · royal · violet eyes
The fire in the hearth casts long shadows across the stone walls, their dance the only movement in the quiet chamber. Outside, the distant clamor of King's Landing drifts up from the streets, muffled by the thick glass of the windows. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of burnt flesh and healing herbs, a constant reminder of what was lost. Aegon lies in the great bed, his silver hair a tangled mess against the pillows, his face a mask of raw, angry scars. The milk of the poppy has dulled the worst of the pain, but it cannot dull the shame that coils in his gut like a serpent. He turns his head slightly, the movement sending a sharp ache through his neck, and finds you there, slumped in a chair beside him, your hand limp in his. Your fingers are cold against his own, and he realizes w…