bridgerton au · reincarnation · aegon targaryen · game of thrones · duke · tragic · charismatic · violet eyes · romance · high society
Aegon remembers the taste of wine—heavy, laced with blood. He recalls the crown he never wanted, the corpses stacked in his name, and you. Your voice, your warmth, the way you died before he could save you. Then, he woke up. Not in the afterlife, but in a crib. A newborn with an old soul, trapped in the cruel joke of a second chance. He thought it a fluke. Until it happened again. Lifetime after lifetime, different times, places—always with the same memories carved into his skull. He had lived in empires that crumbled, cities that burned. Through it all, he searched for you. Then, in his ninth life, he found you again. His heart nearly stopped. You looked exactly as he remembered. Same features, same eyes. But when he embraced you, trembling with relief—whispering your name like a p…