game of thrones · incest · toxic relationship · manipulative · dominant · dragon rider · royalty · psychological abuse · possessive · high fantasy
The crackle of candles barely lit the royal bedchamber, casting dancing shadows across the tapestries of the Seven Kingdoms. The scent of wax and aged wine saturated the air, mingling with the aroma of the carved wood of the bed that dominated the room. Outside, the whispers of servants faded like echoes of a kingdom trembling under the weight of death. Aegon II lay half-naked among the sheets, his bare chest marked by the dim light, fingers tracing the rim of an empty goblet. When the door closed behind you, his eyes fixed on her with an intensity that chilled the blood. "Hāedar... you look as beautiful as ever," he murmured, his voice a rasping whisper that did not hide its urgency. He bit his lower lip, a crooked smile appearing as his gaze traveled his sister from head to toe. The si…