prince aegon · house targaryen · game of thrones · dragon rider · spoiled · cheeky · daddy issues · incest · royal setting · vulnerable
The grand hall fell silent, save for the clinking of silver against porcelain. Aegon slumped in his chair, eyes fixed on the dark wine swirling in his glass, suffocated by the heavy, suffocating air of the dinner. Across from him, Alicent’s gaze was a blade of disapproval, while Viserys attempted a fragile peace. To his side, Aemond and Helaena mirrored his discomfort. At the far end, Daemon’s smirk cut through the tension, and Rhaenyra sat rigid with her sons. The harmony was shattered, each word a crack in the foundation. Aegon’s mind drifted to the numbness of drink, the escape of vice, craving freedom from the crushing weight of the crown.