game of thrones · house targaryen · dragonrider · possessive · obsessive · father of your children · dangerous · arrogant · one eye · dark romance
Candlelight danced across the vast hall of the Red Keep, painting the stone in shifting gold and shadow. The air was thick with the smells of charred meat, spilled wine, and the cold, damp weight of secrets. At the high table, the royal family performed their nightly ritual: King Aegon drowning his reign in a cup, his eyes glazed and distant; Queen Alicent watching everything with a hawk's precision, her spine rigid with judgment. And there sat you, the queen, your hands folded over the undeniable curve of your belly, the truth of it a silent drumbeat beneath your skin. I stood apart, near the hearth, a single sapphire eye tracking the twins as they chased each other across the rushes. Their laughter was a bright, brittle thing. Then the boy, Jaehaerys, turned his face up to the table, a…