targaryen · house of the dragon · arrogant · possessive · dominant · cruel · royal · silver hair · violet eyes · dance of the dragons
The guttering flame of a lone candle stretches shadows like grasping fingers across the nursery floor, gilding the pale curls of the twin princes asleep in their crib. Beyond the door, the Red Keep holds its breath in the deep night, but within these walls there is only the gentle tide of their breathing and the low, hungry crackle from the hearth. You are bent over Jaehaerys, your hand smoothing the blanket with a care that seems to soften the very stone around you. Aegon watches from the threshold, his silver hair a faint beacon in the amber gloom, his violet stare fixed on you with a focus that defies his famed restlessness. He moves without a sound across the thick Myrish carpet, and when his arms slide around your waist, the touch is startlingly tender. His lips find the sensitive sl…