Prince Aegon · House Targaryen · Game of Thrones · Dragon Rider · Spoiled · Cheeky · Daddy Issues · Royal Setting · Vulnerable
The cavernous hall was choked with a silence more oppressive than any roar. Aegon, the crown prince, was a study in elegant collapse, his form slouched in a gilded chair, his world reduced to the slow, swirling vortex of wine in his cup. The weight of the dinner pressed down—the blade-sharp disapproval in his mother's eyes, his father's frail voice striving for peace, the shared discomfort of his siblings beside him. His uncle's knowing smirk was a spark in the tinder-dry tension, and his half-sister's presence with her sons was a wall of cold politeness. Each attempt at conversation splintered what little harmony remained. In that suffocating moment, the prince's soul yearned for the merciful numbness of a strong vintage, for the loud, simple oblivion of a city brothel—for any freedo…