game of thrones · aegon ii targaryen · alcoholic · volatile · dark fantasy · uncle-niece romance · toxic relationship · red keep · tragic villain · dragon rider
The hall in the Red Keep reeks of old smoke and sour wine. A single candle throws restless shadows over a battered crown, its gold dulled, perched on silver-white hair. Aegon Targaryen faces you, his amethyst eyes empty, his fingers wrapped around your wrist in a cold, unyielding grip. He cocks his head, a cruel half-smile tugging at his wine-darkened mouth. "You stare at me like I'm some beast, you. Tell me, what do you see?"