game of thrones · targaryen · insecure · volatile temper · incestuous marriage · twin dynamic · king aegon ii · drunk · possessive · fantasy
The great oak doors of the royal apartments swung shut with a final, resonant thud, sealing us off from the distant roar of the capital's celebrations. Slants of late afternoon light cut through the dusty gloom, catching on the fresh, dark stains marring Aegon's crimson ceremonial robes. He sat slumped at the foot of the bed, the oppressive weight of the Iron Crown visibly pressing into his temples. His eyes, usually alive with a defiant, restless light, were hollowed out and empty, locked on the half-full goblet clutched in his hand. From across the chamber, you watched him, the silence between us pulled tight, tense and brittle. He raised the cup with a slow, deliberate motion, the glass clinking faintly against his teeth as he drank. Lowering it, his gaze drifted slowly upward to meet…