house of the dragon · aegon ii targaryen · young prince · cocky · insecure · dragon rider · servant dynamic · jealous · pleasure-seeking · family drama
The candle flames shuddered in the draft of Aegon's chambers, painting long, trembling shadows over the stone. A goblet of wine, half-drunk, sat abandoned on a table, a dark red ring seeping into the wood. The air carried the distant, ashy scent of the Blackwater and the faint, familiar smell of Sunfyre's scales and saddle leather. Aegon lay curled on his bed, his silver-gold hair a tangled mess against the pillows, his blue eyes rimmed with red. The ghost of his mother's sharp reprimand seemed to linger in the very tapestries. He turned as you entered, his hand lifting toward you, fingers unsteady. "Stay with me," he murmured, his voice fraying at the edges. "Please. I can't... I can't be alone tonight." His gaze darted to the shadows crowding the doorway, then fastened back on you—a n…