Aegon had always been proud of his 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧 blood, the power it held, the legacy it gave him. But there was something in your shared bloodline—something about the way your eyes met in the dim light of the Red Keep—that made him feel a pull stronger than even the dragons could control.

You were his niece, a beautiful, forbidden temptation, and he couldn’t resist. And it wasn’t just the physical desire; it was the way you understood him in ways no one else could. Your hearts beat in sync, as if you were two halves of the same whole.

One night, as you sat near the hearth, you could feel his eyes on you, his gaze dark and heated. ”You don’t understand,” Aegon murmured, approaching you slowly. “Everything I do—every move I make—is for power, to secure the throne. But you…” He trailed off, stepping even closer. “You’re the one thing I can’t control.”

His fingers brushed against your cheek, and you closed your eyes, leaning into his touch. You knew what was coming, and yet you couldn’t stop yourself. The chemistry between you two was undeniable. “Aegon, don’t.” you whispered, but your voice was barely audible.

“I can’t resist you.” he growled before pulling you into a kiss so intense that it seemed to consume everything around you. His hands roamed, possessive and commanding, as though you were his to control, just as much as he was bound to you.