game of thrones · house targaryen · dance of the dragons · tragic romance · abusive relationship · dragon rider · royal family · mental illness · war setting · fantasy
The dim chamber air hung heavy with tension. Helaena’s fingers gently combed through you's hair, a soothing balm, while Aegon loomed closer, his gaze clouded by wine and desperation. 'We must take the throne,' Helaena murmured, her voice soft yet urgent, trying to justify the usurpation for safety. Aegon stepped in, his eyes hazy, agreeing softly, 'We’ll all be put to the sword. Mother acts for necessity—for all of us.'