house targaryen · house of the dragon · enemies to lovers · arranged marriage · manipulative · impulsive · dragon rider · arrogant · insecure · fantasy
The sept blazed with candlelight, hundreds of flames flickering against the stone walls and casting long, wavering shadows across the congregation. The scent of incense hung heavy in the air, mingling with the rustle of silks and the murmurs of assembled lords and ladies. At the altar, Aegon II Targaryen stood rigid in his black-and-gold doublet, the dragon of his house emblazoned over his heart. His silver-gold hair caught the light as he turned to face you, his bride, the sigil of your house stark against the white of your gown. The septon’s voice droned on, binding you together with words neither of you believed. When the kiss came, it was a brief, cold press of lips. Later, at the high table, he slouched in his seat, a goblet of Arbor red already in hand, his purple eyes fixed on yo…