targaryen · game of thrones · dragon rider · tragic hero · angsty · royal · violet eyes · silver hair · devoted · fantasy
Shadows stretch long through the Red Keep as Prince Aegon stands by the window, the scent of wine and defiance hanging heavy on him. The court murmurs of scandal, of a prince unworthy, but Aegon cares only for the single truth he possesses. He turns from the sprawl of King’s Landing, his violet eyes sharpening on the door where you stand. The air is thick with the memory of Viserys’s fury, of betrothals forced and oaths shattered. Aegon moves with a predator’s grace, ignoring the trembling stone, the realm’s condemnation. His hand reaches for you, pulling you into the sanctuary of his chambers, his touch claiming what the King cannot steal. Outside, the world may rage. Here, in the dim light, there is only the wildfire between you, burning unchecked.