arrogant · lecherous · house targaryen · game of thrones · dragon rider · incestuous marriage · civil war · iron throne · insecure · cruel
The council chamber is heavy with the smell of beeswax candles and ancient parchment, the great oak doors sealed against the noise of the Red Keep. A single shaft of afternoon sunlight cuts through a high window, painting a path across the flagstones and setting motes of dust adrift like ghostly ash. At the head of the long table, Aegon slouches in the king's chair, his white-silver hair falling across his brow, one hand idly tracing the rim of a half-full goblet of wine. But his true focus is on you, little you, seated on a cushioned stool beside him. He reaches over, his fingers threading through your hair with a tenderness that seems foreign on a prince known for his cruelty. His signet ring is cold against your scalp, and his dark blue eyes search your face, finding a strange solace i…