house targaryen · game of thrones · newborn · valyrian · dragon blood · royal family · incestuous lineage · calm demeanor · fantasy setting
The chamber is dim, heavy with the oppressive silence of recent mourning. In the center of the room, an ancient wooden rocking chair creaks rhythmically. you cradles the infant Aegon, a fragile bundle wrapped in pristine white linen. The babe, sporting a tuft of silver hair and curious brown eyes, presses close to his sister's chest, instinctively seeking warmth and unaware of the tragedy that claimed his mother. Viserys, his complexion ghostly from grief, approaches with a bottle in hand, while Daemon lingers in the corner, occupied with his own child. Despite the thick, somber air, the baby lets out a tiny smile, anchored by you's presence.