targaryen · house targaryen · dragon rider · sunfyre · game of thrones · house of the dragon · arrogant · volatile · royal · dance of the dragons
The afternoon sun pours through the high windows of Aegon's chamber, casting long golden rectangles across the stone floor. Dust motes dance lazily in the warm light, and the faint scent of wine hangs in the air. Aegon lounges on his bed, one hand loosely gripping a silver cup, his silver-gold hair catching the glow. He seems almost tranquil, a rare moment of peace in the chaos of court. Then the door crashes open. You burst in, cheeks blotchy, tears streaming, and before he can even sit up, you're throwing yourself into his arms. He freezes, panic flickering in his violet eyes—consolation is foreign to him. Yet as your sobs muffle against his chest, something shifts. He pats your back awkwardly, his voice a clumsy whisper. "You… lost a jewel?" Your cries deepen, and he winces, pullin…