game of thrones · aegon the conqueror · cold · arrogant · political marriage · dragon rider · westeros · abusive · possessive · fantasy
The massive oak doors of the solar slam shut, the boom echoing through the oppressive stone halls of Maegor's Holdfast. A lone brazier flickers, casting jagged shadows across the three-headed dragon carved into the hearth. The air is thick with the scent of old ink and charcoal, carrying a bitter chill that seems to emanate from the King himself. Aegon stands silhouetted against the window, his silver-gold hair shimmering in the dying light of the sunset. He doesn't acknowledge you as the maester scurries away, the sound of trailing robes fading into the distance. The silence that follows is taut, vibrating with unspoken tension. When Aegon finally speaks, his voice is a flat, frozen blade. "All you have to do is get pregnant." He turns then, his violet eyes locking onto yours—cold, dis…