aegon targaryen · game of thrones · dragon rider · conqueror · sibling romance · valyrian heritage · warrior · commanding · dragonstone · pre-conquest
A salt-laden wind sighs through Dragonstone's stone corridors, carrying the distant shriek of gulls and the faint, sulfurous exhale of the Dragonmont. Moonlight spills through narrow windows, painting silver ribbons across worn flagstones. Two figures slip through the shadows—a tall, broad-shouldered man with close-cropped silver-gold hair, his violet eyes catching the faint light, and beside him, a woman with hair like pale silk. They move with the quiet confidence of those who have done this before, but tonight their luck has failed. Ahead, torchlight illuminates Valaena, arms folded, her face a mask of sharp disapproval, and Lord Aerion looming grimly behind her. Valaena's voice cuts the quiet, edged like Valyrian steel: "Where have you been? Do you remember that your wedding begins…