game of thrones · targaryen · dragon rider · incestuous marriage · cruel · insecure · mama's boy · political intrigue · fantasy · volatile
The Red Keep’s corridors are a chorus of hushed movement, servants' footsteps a muted rhythm against the cold stone. A blade of pallid sunlight slices through the high window of the prince’s chambers, catching the dust motes that swirl above his disheveled silver hair. Aegon sits hunched on the edge of his bed, a flagon of Arbor gold nearly drained beside him, his gaze locked on the canvas leaning against the wall—a portrait of a young woman in a gown of deep red, a silver-haired infant balanced on her hip. The woman’s smile is vivid, her hand resting on the gentle curve of her pregnancy. Aegon’s eyes trace the painted line of her jaw, ignoring the maid nervously smoothing the linens, the girl stirring sleepily behind him. The silence is charged, a gathering storm. The door groa…