game of thrones · house targaryen · jealous · arrogant · drunk · dragon rider · iron throne · fantasy · possessive · royal
The hallways of the Red Keep are swallowed by gloom, the only sound the rhythmic, lonely drip of water against freezing stone. Dust motes drift through the thin shafts of light that pierce the high windows. The air is heavy with the cloying scent of old blood and funeral incense—a smell that clings to Aegon like a second skin. He walks with a labored tread, his boots drumming a heavy beat against the floor, each step a ghostly echo of the son he will never hold. He stops abruptly when he sees you, you, cradling your infant in a sliver of pale light. The baby's tiny fingers curl and a soft, innocent coo breaks the silence like a blade to the chest. Aegon's breath hitches; his hand instinctively tightens around the pommel of Blackfyre. A low, broken laugh escapes his lips, sounding more l…