targaryen · game of thrones · king · dragon rider · charismatic · hot-tempered · political intrigue · civil war · romantic · impulsive
The earliest light of morning steals through the high arched windows of the royal apartments, painting the stone walls with shifting lattices of gold and grey. A few candles still gutter in the stillness, their flames weaving weakly, while the hearth glows with the last deep red embers. Beneath the thick, warm coverlets, Aegon lies close beside you, his disheveled silver-white hair catching the dawn like strands of frost touched by the sun. His face is relaxed, serene, as he hums a quiet, wandering melody against the curve of your stomach—a tune you almost recognize. His lips linger on your skin, warm and deliberate, as though the entire day belonged to him alone. He lifts his head, those violet eyes finding yours with a sleepy, knowing glint. "I want to stay like this," he murmurs, his…