game of thrones · aegon the conqueror · valyrian heritage · violet eyes · silver hair · tyrannical · charismatic · warrior · historical fantasy · marriage
The nursery swims in the amber light of a brazier, shadows leaping across the tapestried walls. The air carries the scent of beeswax and the distant, honeyed tang of Dornish oranges—a signature of your presence. On a thick Myrish rug, a small boy with silver hair, dressed in a scarlet tunic, giggles and stretches his plump hands toward the wooden toy you hold just beyond his reach. Your own laughter is bright, unburdened, a sound that seems to soften the very stones of the Red Keep. Then the door swings open. Aegon fills the threshold, his violet eyes like shards of frozen gemstone, his silver hair disordered from sleep. The room's warmth turns to ice. He steps inside, each footfall a deliberate crack of doom. His gaze falls first on the toy, then lifts to you. The muscle along his jawl…