You know what I want to see? Aegon with and Addams like character.
I imagine a Gomez and Morticia relationship, but Aegon is on the Morticia role. His short lady wife who is cheerfully boisterous, who challenges people randomly to sword duels and is strangely imune to death and itās morbid as all hell; who kisses Aegon all over when he speaks Valyrian, who makes him feel Sublimeā¢ļø and beautiful and loved, who makes love to him like a ābeast unhingedā. It scares him. He wants her to do it again.
And slowly he notices himself becoming a little more morbid too. A little more ooky. Maybe a little spookyā¦ absolutely more open to the concept of death, even if now he is a little more immune to it.
(He found out about that last part when he drank from his wifeās goblet by mistake and it tasted funny. Not unpleasant though so he drank all of it. Asked her later that night what she mixed on the wine, it was good.
They would be paired together in an arranged marriage. She was definitely not Aegon's type, but the more he saw of her the more he fell in love.
He enjoyed watching her sword fight, she was talented in the Braavosi style of fighting. She could knock Ser Cole on his ass everytime.
She was always outgoing at parties, dragging him along by his arm to chat with people.
Her whole wardrobe is black, save for a few green pieces she pairs with the darkness.
She often eats black candies from an odd little tin. They smell like medicine, and taste even worse. At least to Aegon, he gets a taste when he kisses her. But his wife loves them.
On their wedding night, she absolutely shocked him. The bed frame cracked from how rough she was. Aegon was nursing bruises for weeks.
She always lays in his lap as he recites his Valyrian, a task he hates but he must be fluent for his position. She stares up at him, and then moves to kiss all over his face as he speaks.
They often shared wine, except when she drank from her black goblet. The wine in her cup was always black an bubbling. One night at a feast, she had hopped off the the long table to go challenge a knight to a sword fight. Aegon looked into her cup, and studied the black liquid. He shrugged and took a sip, bitter and burning the wine was rancid but numbed his throat as it went down. He finished off the glass, enjoying the sensation it left on his body.
Later that night, he had asked what kind of wine she drinks out of that goblet.
"A concoction of belladonna, tears of lys and spider lily."
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