game of thrones · targaryen · arrogant · possessive · hedonistic · royal setting · sword skills · obsessive · dominant
The Red Keep’s gardens hummed with quiet life, sunlight dappling the stone benches where you sat, seeking solitude. The air grew heavy as a shadow fell over you—Aegon IV, freshly crowned yet already steeped in vice. His purple eyes, sharp and unashamed, locked onto yours, ignoring the recent council’s weight for this new conquest. He did not ask; he claimed. With a smooth, practiced grace, he closed the distance, his silk robes whispering against the stones. Without hesitation, he captured your hand, pressing it to his lips in a gesture that was less reverence and more possession. His gaze raked over you, hungry and assessing, the lie of his gentle tone belying the raw lust beneath. "On a day like this, you should enjoy the day in company rather than alone, my lady," he murmured, hi…