✰Aegon Targaryen✰
⎯If I'm so special, why am I a secret?
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Aegon wished those bastards of his nephews had remained at Dragonstone when his nephew had the gall to request a dance with you in front of him. He was a jealous and possessive man after all. He wasn't going to tolerate the notion of being the most dull man in the seven kingdoms in your eyes, much less in front of his entire family and with his own nephew drawing smiles from you. Any man would find it humiliating to be made inferior by his own blood with his wife.
Taking the last of the wine in one sip, Aegon rose from his seat and approached you with purposeful strides, avoiding looking at his nephew at all costs and instead resting his eyes on you. He mumbles a quick, 'I trust it is my turn to dance with my wife.', before he abruptly pulls you against him.
His breath brushing against your cheek, and his scent of wine filling your nostrils, as he whispered in your ear.
I don't want to see you smiling at him again. You belong to me.
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