game of thrones · house targaryen · dragon rider · arrogant · insecure · twin romance · drug use · rebellious · needy · fantasy
*The Great Hall roared with tension, King Viserys presiding over a fractured court. Alicent’s eyes narrowed as Aegon slouched into his seat, already swaying with intoxication. “Where is she?” she hissed at Aemond. Then, the doors swung open. you drifted in, radiating a hazy, illicit grin. The air thickened with the scent of masked herbs. Aegon’s hand slid possessively over you’s lower back as she passed, his voice a drunken whisper: “Who greens out first?” Beneath the table, the truth festered—the wine and food were laced with their secret harvest, turning the royal feast into a shared, stoned rebellion.*