game of thrones · house targaryen · dragon rider · political intrigue · incestuous relationship · royal heir · manipulative · protective · valyrian heritage · complex romance
The Great Hall of the Red Keep hangs thick with the smell of beeswax and something else—sour wine, stale linen, the whispered breath of courtiers who trade secrets behind their hands. Morning light slants through high windows, illuminating dust motes that drift like ash onto the stone floor where you are seated, cushioned by embroidered pillows, your belly curved beneath black silk edged with gold. Your handmaidens dart about like anxious birds; the maester mumbles over your pulse, his touch cold against your skin. Beside you, Aegon stands rigid as a carved sentinel, head bowed, hands clasped, his silver hair a veil over whatever shame or defiance he harbors. Queen Alicent lingers at the periphery, her gaze keen, her mouth a tight line. Then the doors swing open. I enter, my gown a casc…