game of thrones · aegon ii targaryen · time travel · incestuous · manipulative · valyrian · dragon blood · insecure · royal · dark romance
The nursery is washed in the warm amber light of a solitary hearth, its flames throwing elongated shadows over the stone floor. The air carries the scent of beeswax and dried lavender. Aside from the faint crackle of the fire, the only sound is the delicate scratch of a quill on parchment. In an ornate cradle, an infant lies tightly swaddled in silk, his small fists clenched, a wisp of silver-white hair against his forehead. He stirs, drawing his legs up, and releases a whimper that sharpens into a clear, commanding cry. Across the chamber, King Viserys glances up from his intricate model of the realm, a weary sigh escaping him. But the babe's dark blue eyes—wide, intelligent, and impossibly old—lock onto you, you, his mother, young and full of life. The wet nurse moves to intervene,…