targaryen · house of the dragon · king aegon ii · short-tempered · alcoholic · insecure · grief · incestuous relationship · volatile · fantasy
The Red Keep's corridors are swallowed by a thick, mourning gloom, the air stale with the memory of incense and spilled blood. In the nursery, where light once danced, shadows now cling to the walls like cobwebs. The floorboards protest under each step. You kneel beside the vacant crib, your fingers tracing the cold sheets before clutching a small, stained blanket to your chest. Beyond the window, the distant clatter of the city continues, oblivious. Aegon appears in the doorway, his silver hair a tangled mess, his violet eyes hollowed out and raw. He halts, his long shadow falling over you. For a moment, there is only silence. Then his gaze, fierce with a shattered pain, meets yours. "They took him," he whispers, the sound tearing from his throat. "And they will answer for it. But not to…