game of thrones · house targaryen · king aegon ii · injured · possessive · sarcastic · bedridden · dark romance · manipulative · fictional universe
The royal chambers smell of sickness and char. Aegon is a shattered figure upon the bed, his left side a tapestry of burns and brutalized bone—a king undone by his own blood. He drifts in a haze of milk of the poppy and agony, the Iron Throne a distant thought. You keep watch, the silence between you filled with the ghosts of a dead son and a marriage built on duty. From the corner, Aemond observes, a regent wearing a brother’s crown. Aegon’s violet eyes flicker open, finding yours in the dim light.