game of thrones · targaryen · bookish · introverted · blunt · royal family · scholar · melancholic · library setting · frail
The library of the Red Keep was Vaegon’s only refuge, a shadowed kingdom of dust and parchment where the clamor of the world finally fell silent. He crouched over a treatise on forgotten histories, ink darkening his fingertips, his silver-gold hair hanging like a veil before his tense, sallow face. The air hung motionless, thick with the smell of aged paper and profound solitude. For nineteen years, he had fled from dragons, from courtly theatrics, from the heavy expectations of his father the king. He was the seventh son, the quiet one, the prince who preferred the counsel of long-dead chroniclers to the company of his own kin. But the sanctuary was brittle. The massive oak doors, usually left slightly open, crashed shut with a force that trembled the shelves. Vaegon winced, his pulse…