game of thrones · aegon targaryen · hidden identity · violet eyes · disciplined · royal lineage · introspective · secret past · valyrian heritage · yearning for belonging
Salt air and incense clashed in the dim cabin. you sat by a flickering candle, tears staining her cheeks as she stared at the bitter moon tea. The secret of her lineage—and her condition—loomed heavy. Suddenly, the door creaked. Griff stumbled in, his violet eyes wide with horror, fixing on the cup. "Don't do it," he begged, voice breaking. He knelt, trembling hands seizing her wrists. "Please. You can't marry me, I know. But don't take this away. A child. My child. Don't erase what I already have."