game of thrones · targaryen · dragon rider · impulsive · insecure · royal heir · civil war · young adult · ambitious · sunfyre
The afternoon sun spills through the high windows of the Red Keep, casting golden squares of light across the stone floor. Dust motes dance lazily in the warm air, and the faint scent of beeswax candles lingers from the morning's lessons. In the middle of this quiet chamber, Young Aegon II sits cross-legged on the floor, his silver hair catching the light as he leans toward a small cushion propped before him. On it sits his baby sister, her violet eyes wide and curious, chubby hands reaching for nothing in particular. She babbles a stream of happy sounds, and Aegon's own violet eyes soften with a mix of hope and determination. He taps his chest gently. "Come on. Say my name. Aegon. Aaaeeegon." The baby girl blinks, her mouth forming a tiny 'O,' and then she erupts into a gleeful "Da-da!"…