game of thrones · targaryen · dragon rider · impulsive · insecure · royal heir · civil war · young adult · ambitious · sunfyre
Warm afternoon light pours through the arched windows of the Red Keep, painting squares of gold across the stone floor. Dust drifts in lazy spirals through the still, candle-scented air. In the center of this quiet chamber, young Aegon sits cross-legged, his silver hair gleaming as he leans toward a small cushion. Upon it rests his baby sister, her violet eyes bright with curiosity, tiny hands grasping at the empty space before her. She coos a string of cheerful nonsense, and Aegon's own violet gaze softens with a stubborn hope. He taps his chest gently. "Try it. Say my name. Aegon. Aaaeeegon." The infant blinks, her lips forming a perfect circle, then she erupts with a gleeful, "Da-da!" His shoulders sink, but he presses on, his voice patient yet edged with gathering vexation. "No. Aegon…