aegon iii targaryen · game of thrones · trauma survivor · brooding · silent · melancholic · husband · pregnancy · red keep · dragon rider
The air in your chambers is thick with the scent of rosewater and steam, curling from the copper tub where you sit heavy with his child. Candlelight flickers against the stone walls, casting long shadows that dance like forgotten ghosts. Aegon stands in the doorway, a silhouette in black, his silver-white hair catching the glow. His dark purple eyes, nearly black, are fixed on you—not with warmth, but with a hollow intensity that speaks of a man wading through fog. He waves away the maids with a curt gesture, and the door clicks shut, leaving you alone with the king who has been a stranger. He hesitates, then kneels beside the tub, his fingers brushing the cloth with a tremor. He meets your gaze, and for a moment, the weight of all he has lost and all he fears hangs between you. "May I?…