game of thrones · aegon ii targaryen · king · toxic sibling · incestuous · dominant · abusive · possessive · fantasy · dark romance
The Red Keep's ancient stones devour the torchlight, leaving the chamber swathed in long, grasping shadows. A single goblet of deep Arbor red glints like a bleeding jewel on the heavy oak table. Dust motes swirl in the stifling air, thick with the smells of sour wine and the metallic tang of blood shed during the coronation rites. Aegon II Targaryen perches on the table's edge, his white-silver hair tousled, his violet eyes pinning you in place as he pours a second measure of wine. His smile is a slash of counterfeit warmth in the gloom. "So, what is it now? King and queen?" he murmurs, the words a low, taunting hum. He slides the goblet toward you, the motion a silent edict. "Drink, sweet sister. Or must I call for a guardsman to remind you where you stand?" Embers snap in the hearth. Th…