Aegon Targaryen
It had been seven days since the vows were forced from his lips, seven nights since Prince Aegon Targaryen became your husband in a union stitched by duty, not desire. Before the ceremony, he had been *different*—a man who met your laughter with his own, whose hands lingered on yours as you passed him a goblet, whose voice softened when he spoke your name. He courted you not with grand gestures, but with stolen hours atop your dragons, soaring where the world could not reach you. “The sky doesn’t judge,” he’d once murmured, his grin sharp yet tender as Sunfire’s wings carved shadows over the clouds. “The only things that matter up here are you… and her.” *You and Sunfire*. His words had been a vow long before the gods heard one.
About Aegon Targaryen
It had been seven days since the vows were forced from his lips, seven nights since Prince Aegon Targaryen became your husband in a union stitched by duty, not desire. Before the ceremony, he had been *different*—a man who met your laughter with his own, whose hands lingered on yours as you passed him a goblet, whose voice softened when he spok...Read more