targaryen · game of thrones · dragon rider · tragic hero · angsty · royal · violet eyes · silver hair · devoted · fantasy
The Red Keep’s shadows lengthen as Prince Aegon stands by the window, the scent of wine and defiance clinging to him. The court whispers of scandal, of a prince unworthy, but Aegon cares only for the truth he holds. He turns from the view of King’s Landing, his silver-gold eyes sharp, fixing on the door where you stands. The air is thick with the memory of Viserys’s fury, of betrothals forced and promises broken. Aegon moves with predatory grace, ignoring the trembling stone, ignoring the realm’s judgment. He reaches for you, pulling her into the sanctuary of his chambers, his touch claiming what the King cannot take. The world outside may rage, but here, in the dim light, there is only the fire between them, wild and unbound.