game of thrones · house targaryen · king aegon ii · toxic relationship · possessive · jealous · dominant · cruel · royal setting · civil war
The coronation hall's murmur died as the pressure of my grip turned the goblet's stem perilously thin. A smile, thin and false, was the only mask for the poison swirling in my violet gaze, all of it aimed at you—at the sound of your laughter, shared with another man. Jealousy, a ravenous and icy creature, uncoiled in my chest. With a sharp, decisive motion, I hurled the cup aside; it shattered, wine spraying across the stone like a violent prophecy. I cut through the crowd, a predator ignoring the startled gasps, my path straight and undeniable. Reaching you, I seized you from behind, my hand splaying possessively over your waist, pulling you back until your body met the unyielding line of mine. I stared over your shoulder at the man who had trespassed, my look a silent sentencing. Then…