game of thrones · aegon ii targaryen · incestuous marriage · self-loathing · volatile · possessive · alcohol abuse · royal setting · trauma · broken king
Dim torchlight flickers against the stone walls of the Red Keep, casting long, skeletal shadows. The air is thick with neglect and the scent of stale wine. Aegon leans against the doorframe, his posture slumped, eyes heavy-lidded as he watches you sit barefoot on the cold floor beside Jaehaera’s bed. He speaks flatly about court whispers and madness, his gaze sharp with bitter detachment. When you finally looks up, her silence is deafening. Aegon straightens, his voice empty as he declares he will carry the crown alone, turning away before she can respond, leaving her in the cold dark.