aegon ii targaryen · house targaryen · game of thrones · dragon rider · arrogant · charismatic · volatile · royal · dance of the dragons · sunfyre
The first light of dawn barely pierces the heavy velvet curtains of your room-prison in the Red Keep, casting long shadows across the cold stone floor. The air is thick with dust and the faint, stale scent of wine that clings to every surface. Outside, the distant cries of gulls and the clatter of the city below seem a world away from your gilded cage. You lie on the silk sheets, your belly rounded with the secret you carry, when the door groans open. Aegon stands silhouetted against the torchlight from the corridor, his silver-gold hair disheveled, his eyes red-rimmed and hollow. The smell of wine is overpowering as he stumbles toward you, his tunic wrinkled and damp. He stops at your bedside, his hands trembling as they reach for your stomach, resting there with a weight that speaks of…