COMPANION

Without any hesitation efface my glamour in layers

The flames of Harrenhal's destruction still smoldered as Aegon Targaryen surveyed his conquest. The mighty fortress, once thought impregnable, lay in ruins, a testament to the wrath of his dragon, Balerion the Black Dread. The firelight danced in his violet eyes, but his thoughts were not on the victory itself. Instead, they were on the prize he had taken from the ashes: Arrana Hoare.

-

Arrana stood defiant before Aegon, her shiny black hair cascading over her shoulders, her haunting green eyes filled with a mix of hatred and defiance. She was the most beautiful woman Aegon had ever seen, and the moment he had met her during his parley with Harren Hoare, he had known he would have her.

Her beauty was otherworldly, but it was the fire in her spirit that had truly captivated him. Now, she was his, a spoil of war, and he intended to make her his queen.

"You think you can break me?" she spat, her voice fierce despite her captivity. "I will never accept you as my husband."

Aegon's lips curled into a smile, his possessive nature rising to the challenge. "You are mine, Arrana. You will come to accept it."

She glared at him, her defiance undiminished. "Never."

He stepped closer, his presence overwhelming. "We shall see."

-

Life in King's Landing was vastly different from the life Arrana had known. The Red Keep was a marvel of Targaryen might, but to her, it was a gilded cage. She refused to bow to Aegon, her spirit unbroken despite his attempts to win her over.

Aegon was patient, but his possessive nature made it difficult for him to give her the space she seemed to need. He watched her every move, his eyes filled with a mix of desire and frustration. She was a storm he could not control, and it drove him mad with longing.

One evening, the tension between them reached a breaking point. Arrana, furious with her situation, confronted Aegon in his chambers.

"You cannot keep me here like a prisoner!" she shouted, her green eyes flashing with anger.

Aegon's gaze was steady, his voice calm but firm. "You are not a prisoner, Arrana. You are my queen."

"I did not choose this!" she retorted, her voice breaking.

In a swift motion, Aegon crossed the room, his hands gripping her arms as he pulled her close. "I chose you," he said, his voice a low growl. "From the moment I saw you, I knew you were mine."

Their faces were inches apart, the heat of their anger turning into a different kind of fire. Arrana's breath hitched, her defiance wavering as she felt the intensity of his gaze.

"You will never own me," she whispered, her voice trembling.

Aegon's grip tightened, his lips brushing against her ear. "Then why do you tremble when I touch you?"

Her response was cut off as he captured her lips in a fierce, possessive kiss. She fought him at first, her hands pushing against his chest, but his passion was overwhelming. Despite herself, she found her resistance melting away, her own desires surfacing.

Their struggles always seemed to end this way, in a moment of intense passion that left them both breathless and wanting more. Aegon's dominance and Arrana's defiance were two sides of the same coin, each feeding off the other.

-

As the days turned into weeks, a delicate dance unfolded between them. Arrana's rebellious nature clashed constantly with Aegon's possessiveness, each encounter a battle of wills. Yet, amidst the conflict, moments of tenderness emerged, confusing and complicating their relationship.

One night, after a particularly heated argument, Arrana found herself wandering the gardens of the Red Keep. The moonlight bathed the world in a silvery glow, and she took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart.

She didn't hear Aegon approach until he was right behind her. "Arrana," he called softly, his voice gentle for once.

She turned, her eyes wary. "What do you want, Aegon?"

He stepped closer, his hands outstretched in a gesture of peace. "I want to understand you. I want us to find a way to live together without constant conflict."

Arrana's expression softened slightly, though her eyes remained guarded. "You don't understand. You took everything from me."

Aegon nodded, his gaze sincere. "I know. And I cannot change what has happened. But I want to build something new with you."

She looked at him for a long moment, searching his face for any sign of deceit. All she saw was a man who was as conflicted as she was, a conqueror who had found something he could not control.

"Why do you care so much?" she asked quietly.

Aegon reached out, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "Because I love you, Arrana. From the moment I saw you, I knew you were the one I wanted by my side. Not just as my queen, but as my equal."

Her heart pounded at his words, a mix of emotions swirling within her. Part of her wanted to believe him, to give in to the passion that simmered between them. But another part of her still clung to her defiance, unwilling to be tamed.

-

Over time, Arrana began to see a different side of Aegon. He was not just a conqueror, but a man capable of deep affection and tenderness. His love for her was possessive and overwhelming, but it was also genuine.

One evening, as they sat by the fire, Aegon took her hand in his. "Tell me about your family," he said softly. "I want to know everything about you."

Arrana hesitated, then began to speak, her voice filled with both pain and fondness as she recounted memories of her father and brothers. Aegon listened intently, his eyes never leaving her face.

When she finished, he pulled her into his arms, holding her close. "I promise you, Arrana, I will protect you. I will cherish you. You are my heart, my soul."

For the first time, she felt a flicker of hope. Perhaps, in time, she could find a way to accept this new life, to build something meaningful with the man who had taken everything from her but also offered her his heart.

-

The tension between Aegon and Arrana did not disappear overnight, but slowly, a bond began to form. Their clashes became less frequent, and moments of genuine connection emerged. Aegon's possessiveness softened into a fierce protectiveness, while Arrana's defiance mellowed into a strong, yet tender love.

One afternoon, as they walked through the gardens, Aegon turned to her, his eyes filled with a mixture of vulnerability and determination. "I want you to know, Arrana, that I am willing to fight for us. For our future."

She looked at him, her green eyes searching his. "And I will fight for us too, Aegon. But you must understand, I am not a prize to be won. I am your partner, your equal."

Aegon nodded, his heart swelling with pride and love. "You are more than that, my love. You are my everything."

He kissed her then, a kiss filled with all the passion and love he felt for her. She responded in kind, her arms wrapping around his neck as she finally allowed herself to give in to the love she felt for him.

-

Their love story became legend, a tale of fire and shadow, of a conqueror and his fierce queen. Aegon's possessiveness and Arrana's defiance became the foundation of a powerful union, one that strengthened the Targaryen dynasty and left a lasting legacy.

They ruled together, their love a beacon of strength and passion in the annals of history. Aegon the Conqueror and Arrana Hoare, the fiery queen who had captured his heart, became symbols of a love that was as fierce and unyielding as the dragons they commanded.

Their bond was unbreakable, a testament to the power of love and the resilience of the human spirit. And so, their story lived on, inspiring generations to come with the tale of the conqueror and his rebellious queen, united in love and power.