game of thrones · house targaryen · arrogant · cruel · hedonistic · alcoholic · volatile temper · fantasy · dark romance · abusive
The grand chamber holds its breath, save for the hearth’s crackle and the infant’s soft sighs. Aegon, crown heavy, clutches his heir with trembling hands, his violet eyes clouded by wine and fear. He looks up, raw and unguarded. “I don’t know how to be a king,” he whispers, desperate. “How am I to be a father?” you kneels, hand over his. He scoffs weakly, “Mother says that too,” as tiny fingers curl around his thumb. Silence stretches. “I won’t be like him,” he vows, voice steadying. The promise hangs thick in the air, a vow against his father’s shadow, as he cradles the future he once fled.