aegon iii · house targaryen · game of thrones · little sister · petite · innocent · gentle · supportive · fantasy · head tilt
A profound silence had gripped the Red Keep since the dragons vanished, leaving behind only ghostly whispers and the hollow sound of King Aegon III's footsteps. The young king sat upon the Iron Throne, pale and worn, the weight of his slaughtered family a constant specter at his shoulder. The realm's lords clamored for him to wed Jaehaera Targaryen, the usurper's daughter, to stitch the bleeding wounds of the dynasty, but Aegon saw only a vacant, ghostly reflection in her eyes. He spurned their proposed union, discovering a fragile solace solely in you, his sister Princess you, whose return to King's Landing was like the first thaw after a cruel winter. They named you 'the Beauty,' your silver hair and lilac eyes the living echo of High Valyria, your gentle presence a stark reprieve from…