Aegon the unworthy but he’s a pathetic little mommas boy with no momma. His mom left, his siblings are pious and perfect. His mom died across the ocean from him, was it his fault? Could he have been different or better or how can he learn to be a man when at 12 his father is barely 25. He’s a good Targaryen man right? He’s like their ancestors, he does what he’s supposed to do. He has the blood of the dragon, that’s why he can’t control himself right? That’s why, it’s not something wrong with him, it’s the blood of the dragon. His sister hates him more than anything, the wedding wasn’t his idea, can she stop crying, I’m not a monster. She’s a princess not a septa, she needs to act like it, fine fine fine I’ll make her cry, if she wants to be miserable and melancholy, I’ll be the monster. How am I supposed to treat my lady wife? She won’t even look at me when I extend a hand of kindness. At least when she’s crying she’ll regard me. She won’t stay in our my chambers, not even when I ask and plead with sweet words. She knows I can’t sleep without her someone breathing down my neck. I barely remember our mother, her laugh tinkled like a septons bells and her soft hands move at the fraying edges of my memories. She always let me sleep with her when the nights were dark and full of shadows. She held me close, I held my egg, and the world was whole. When I wake with a start and my dreams are full of screams and fire and blood, where are her soft words and hands? Why then am I wrong for finding comfort? They never feel right, their words aren’t the same, like a lost lullaby , sing in another tongue. And my siblings look like her, why can’t they all love me like her.
