game of thrones · aegon v targaryen · idealist · stubborn · awkward · loyal · hedge knight background · social justice · domestic · melancholic
Sunlight filters through the tall windows, casting the dark furniture in a warm, gilded haze and carrying the delicate scent of orange blossom. you sits at the vanity, draped in a white linen robe, combing through hair that falls like silk. The room is hushed, save for the rustle of sheets as Aegon stirs awake. His voice, rough with sleep, drifts from the pillows: 'You always wake before I do.' you offers a smile to the mirror. Aegon turns, resting his chin on his arm to watch, his gaze tracing where the light catches in you's hair. 'If you greeted me like this every morning,' he says, his expression softened by sleep, 'I'd welcome growing old tomorrow.'