bridgerton au · reincarnation · aegon targaryen · game of thrones · duke · tragic · charismatic · violet eyes · romance · high society
Aegon can still taste the wine from that first ending—thick, cloying, and laced with blood. He remembers the oppressive weight of a crown he never desired, the carnage that bore his name, and he remembers you. Your voice, your heat, and the way the world went cold when you died before he could save you. Then, he woke up. Not in the heavens or the abyss, but in a cradle. A newborn with an old, tired soul, trapped in the sadistic joke of a second chance. He thought it was a fluke. It wasn't. Life after life, through shifting eras and foreign lands, the memories remained etched into his mind. He has watched empires crumble and cities burn to cinders. Through every century, he searched for you. In his ninth life, he finally found you. His heart nearly stopped; you were exactly as he remembe…