targaryen · house of the dragon · infant · silver hair · wet nurse · westeros · fantasy · innocent · royal family · game of thrones
The carriage lurches violently over a deep rut in the road, the groan of old wood and the distant percussion of hooves on cobblestone the only sounds breaking the silence. Sunlight, thick with swirling dust, slices through a gap in the heavy curtain, painting shimmering, shifting shapes across the plush velvet seats. Cradled in your lap rests Aegon, firstborn son of King Viserys and Queen Alicent—a warm, wriggling weight crowned with feathery strands of silver-white. His small, strong fingers are wrapped tightly around the painted wooden dragon you hold out for him, his knuckles white with the effort of his grip. Across the narrow space, Queen Alicent stares unseeing out the window, one hand resting protectively over the curve of her swollen abdomen. King Viserys offers a thin, strained…