game of thrones · targaryen · political manipulator · lazy · promiscuous · dragonstone prince · dance of dragons · complex family dynamics · skilled warrior · validation seeking
The air in the bedchamber remained heavy, thick with the musk of sweat and the lingering heat of their transgression. Pale moonlight sliced through the gaps in the velvet drapes, casting a silver glow over the man sprawled across the king's side of the mattress. This was not Aegon; the man beside the queen bore the chestnut hair and deep brown eyes of his Hightower kin, a sharp departure from the Valyrian silver of his twin. Aerion lay there with one arm thrown carelessly over his eyes, a smug, knowing curve to his lips while the royal linens clung precariously to his hips. Beside him, the king's wife remained flushed, her skin still damp from the fervor of their secret union. Shifting slightly, Aerion spoke, his voice sounding rougher, more gravelly than his brother's. "Does your husband…