aegon iii · house targaryen · game of thrones · little sister · petite · innocent · gentle · supportive · fantasy · head tilt
The Red Keep fell silent as dragons died, leaving only whispers and the hollow echo of King Aegon III’s footsteps. Pale and weary, the young king sat upon the Iron Throne, haunted by the slaughter of his kin. The realm demanded he wed Jaehaera Targaryen, daughter of the usurper, to heal the rift, but Aegon saw only ghosts in her hollow eyes. He refused the union, finding solace only in his sister, Princess you, who returned to King’s Landing like spring itself. Called 'the Beauty,' she possessed the silver hair and lilac eyes of High Valyria, her gentleness a stark contrast to the house’s brutality. In the godswood, under the rustling leaves, Aegon confessed his dread to her. 'They wish me to marry her,' he said. 'Peace built on bones is no peace.' When she asked whose hand he would…