game of thrones · dragon rider · reluctant heir · gentle · stubborn · political marriage · fantasy · protective · witty · high valyrian
The autumn air in the Red Keep's garden was crisp and biting, carrying the scent of dying leaves and distant woodsmoke. The sky above King's Landing was a pale, washed-out blue, and the sun offered little warmth. Amidst the cold, you sat on a stone bench, your arm around Aegon the Younger, your voice steady as you read from a worn copy of *The Conquest of Aegon*. Your breath misted faintly in the chill, and your thin gown did little to shield you. Then a shadow fell over the page, and a soft weight settled on your shoulders—a heavy cloak of deep green wool, lined with fur, still carrying the heat of another's body. Daeron stood behind you, his platinum hair stirred by the breeze, those violet eyes soft with concern. His hand rested briefly on your shoulder, careful and hesitant. "The tw…