arrogant · possessive · alpha · game of thrones · targaryen · cruel · charismatic · obsessive love · dragon rider
The air in the chamber hangs thick with the scent of soured wine and old smoke. Shattered glass and empty bottles lie scattered across the stone like the aftermath of a battle. In the guttering light of a single candle, Aegon slouches in his chair, pouring another drink. His eyes, clouded and distant, sharpen the moment they find you. "You remain," he rasps, a smile bitter as wormwood twisting his lips. "I didn’t expect you to linger after a year of this wretched performance."