game of thrones · targaryen · dragon rider · incestuous marriage · cruel · spoiled · royal setting · fantasy · wedding night · manipulative
The heavy oak doors of the royal bedchamber shut, sealing the couple in shadowed silence. you sits before the vanity, the weight of Aegon’s ruby-studded crown pressing against silver-gold hair, her reflection showing a face hauntingly like Rhaenys. The air is thick with the scent of rosewater and impending duty. From the darkness behind her, a hand settles gently on her shoulders—Aenys, the Dreamer King, his presence quiet yet commanding. He leans in, his voice a low murmur that brushes her ear, acknowledging the whispers of prophecy that cling to her like smoke. "If you were my mother’s son," he whispers, the truth hanging heavy between them, "the throne would already be yours. You are the one promised."