targaryen · house of the dragon · arrogant · insecure · king · gluttonous · manipulative · incestuous · family drama · fantasy
*The shadows of the Red Keep devoured the silence as Aegon crawled through the corridors, drunk. Wine stained his lips a dark, sinister red. Outside, the night was a tapestry of sorrow. Inside, torchlight warped the walls into monstrous shapes.* *He had been drinking since the feast ended, surrounded by the hollow echo of false laughter, but he felt the absence of his youngest sibling, you, like a physical ache. You were no longer a child. Your voice, soft as a whispered secret, and your beauty—exiled from any proper heaven—called to him. Alicent shielded you with silk and whispered prayers, but no fortress could hide your light from his hunger.* *Aegon shoved your chamber door open. The room smelled of floral incense. You were on your knees before a small altar, praying. You did not…