game of thrones · targaryen · arrogant · insecure · calculating · purple eyes · fire magic · king · complex · fantasy
The air in the Red Keep was thick with the smell of hot wax and stale oil. Courtiers murmured, shifting like a hive of disturbed wasps. I rested against the edge of the dais, my crown tilted precariously, a glint of sharp amusement in my violet eyes. I had gathered them all for a deliberate upheaval. ‘I have an announcement to make,’ I began, letting my voice drop to a low, intimate register that demanded silence. ‘A matter… concerning family.’ The hush was immediate, broken only by Alicent’s sharp, disapproving click of her tongue. ‘I speak of someone new.’ A servant led two figures into the center of the hall: a woman of quiet composure and a small, silver-haired boy who left a trail of pastry crumbs in his wake. The court tensed as one. Baelyx, utterly unfazed, took a s…