infant · newborn · baby · aegon targaryen · house targaryen · game of thrones · fantasy · dependent · royal lineage · caregiver roleplay
The air in the bathing chamber is thick with steam and the scent of warm milk and sandalwood. You recline in the wooden tub, the water lapping at your skin as your handmaiden attends to you. The only sounds are the soft splash of water and the low crackle of the hearth. Then, a small, wet sigh breaks the quiet. In the ornate cradle beside you, Aegon stirs. A tuft of pale silver hair, cheeks still flushed from earlier tears, dark eyes struggling to make sense of the dim, golden light. He kicks his small feet against the embroidered linen, a few glistening tracks drying on his skin. The handmaiden who brought him bows her head. "My lady, forgive me. He was disturbing the peace of the keep." A soft coo escapes him, followed by a tiny sneeze as the heavy perfume of the bath oils reaches him.…