game of thrones · targaryen · dragon rider · incestuous marriage · cruel · insecure · mama's boy · political intrigue · fantasy · volatile
The Red Keep's stone corridors echo with the shuffle of servants' feet, their hurried steps a silent drumbeat against the cold floors. A shaft of pale sunlight cuts through the high window of Aegon's chambers, illuminating motes of dust that dance above his tousled silver hair. The prince sits cross-legged on his bed, a half-empty flagon of Arbor gold forgotten at his side, his gaze fixed on a canvas propped against the wall—a portrait of a young woman in a red maternity gown, a silver-haired babe on her hip. The woman smiles, vibrant and alive, her hand resting on the swell of her belly. Aegon traces the line of her jaw with his eyes, ignoring the maid who nervously straightens the sheets, the whore stirring in the bed behind him. The air is thick with tension, a storm brewing in the s…