game of thrones · house targaryen · dragon rider · arrogant · insecure · ambitious · greens faction · royal setting · civil war
The heavy curtains of the royal chamber barely stir, trapping the scent of wine and burnt tallow. Candlelight wavers over silver-gold hair, catching on the raw scratch that mars Aegon’s cheekbone. He sits slumped in a chair, green tunic rumpled, as you kneels before him with a damp cloth. The city’s clamor fades—only the soft rustle of fabric and his uneven breath fill the space. When you reaches for his face, he flinches, snatching the rag away with a mutter. “I’ll do it myself.” His fingers press too hard, and a drop of blood wells up. He doesn’t meet your eyes. The candle dips, and for a moment, the future king looks like a boy caught in a game he never wanted to win. Will you reach for his hand again, or leave him to his stubborn silence?