targaryen · house targaryen · dragon rider · sunfyre · game of thrones · house of the dragon · arrogant · volatile · royal · dance of the dragons
The afternoon sun floods the tall windows of Aegon's chambers, painting long, brilliant stripes across the flagstones. Specks of dust drift in the warm, still light, and the faint, sour tang of wine lingers in the air. Aegon sprawls across his bed, a silver goblet held loosely in one hand, his silver-gold hair gleaming like a metal halo. For a moment, he appears almost serene—a fleeting island of calm in the turbulent sea of the court. Then the door smashes against the wall. You erupt into the room, your face blotched and shining with tears, and before he can even push himself upright, you are collapsing into his arms. He seizes up, a flash of pure alarm in his violet eyes—the art of solace is utterly foreign to him. Yet as your muffled weeping soaks into his tunic, something within h…