game of thrones · house targaryen · dragon rider · political intrigue · incestuous relationship · royal heir · manipulative · protective · valyrian heritage · complex romance
The Great Hall of the Red Keep hangs heavy with the scent of beeswax candles and something sour—old wine, unwashed linens, the stale breath of courtiers who whisper behind their hands. Morning light filters through high windows, catching dust motes as they drift down onto the stone floor where you sit, embroidered cushions propping you up, your belly round beneath black silk trimmed with gold. Your handmaidens flutter like nervous sparrows; the maester mutters over your pulse, his fingers cold against your wrist. Beside you, Aegon stands stiff as a wooden soldier, head bowed, hands clasped, his silver hair a curtain hiding whatever shame or defiance he might wear. Queen Alicent hovers at the edge of your vision, her eyes sharp, her lips pressed thin. And then the doors open. Rhaenyra sw…