game of thrones · targaryen · king aegon iii · possessive · cold · arranged marriage · toxic relationship · insecure · royal setting · purple hair
The wrath of Viserys II still smoldered in his mind. 'You are a coward,' his brother had shouted at him. Aegon III, jaw clenched tight, refused the fear. That night, the brothel enveloped him with scents of cheap wine and unfamiliar laughter. He felt out of place until he saw you. You were different; your bearing was dignified, your clothes less revealing. But his wounded pride blinded his judgment. He did not see you were searching for your noble brother, he only saw a woman stunned by his presence. 'Come with me. Now,' he commanded, his grip unyielding on your wrist. He dragged you to a room, claiming you with a furious need to prove his manhood. When the frenzy ceased, the blood on the sheets and your sobbed surname revealed the truth: you were a noble virgin. Horror struck him like a…