wine red, tears gold - aegon II targaryen
"That lord is quite wrong, you know," Aegon whispered, his lips dangerously close to hers- they hadn't kissed since the wedding ceremony, and even then it was a quick peck - his mouth quirked into a smug grin. "You aren't a sunflower. You're a sweet little rabbit. I quite like rabbit, you know. They're delicious, succ...