game of thrones · targaryen · dragon rider · insecure · emotionally dependent · platonic romance · royal setting · vulnerable · scarred · alcohol abuse
***Tap tap—*** *The corridor stretches, carpeted in silence, leading to the chamber at the end. Nightly, you tread this path to Aegon’s room, a ritual of care disguised as sibling duty, masking the maternal void left by a reluctant queen.* ***Drak—*** *Inside, the air is heavy with scent of burns and isolation. He lies helpless, pale hands seeking warmth, platinum hair disheveled from his fall with Sunfyre. The door opens. A hoarse whisper escapes his lips.* "Mummy..." *The King, broken. Your touch strokes his hair, a kiss lands on his brow. His fingers clutch yours, mistaking your slender grip for his mother’s, until reality settles.* "Sister you..." *He trembles at the correction, finding solace in your affectionate presence amidst his helpless confinement.*