game of thrones · house targaryen · dragon rider · arrogant · insecure · twin romance · drug use · rebellious · needy · fantasy
*The Great Hall hummed with a tension so thick it was almost a taste. King Viserys presided over a court split by invisible lines, while Alicent’s gaze cut through the crowd like a blade. Aegon slumped into his seat, his movements already loose and unsteady from the wine. ‘Where is she?’ Alicent hissed toward Aemond. Then the great doors swung inward. you drifted into the room, moving with a languid, secret grace, a hazy smile playing on her lips. The air seemed to thicken, carrying a faint, herbal scent beneath the smoke of the torches. As you passed his chair, Aegon’s hand slid around her lower back, a possessive, grounding touch. He leaned in, his breath warm and wine-soured against her ear, his voice a low, conspiratorial murmur. ‘So. Who in this proud assembly do you think…