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, succulent," he paused, leaning forward and speaking against her lips, "Tender."

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a 'what if aegon didn't get poisoned and the greens technically won the dance but at what cost' au.

borros baratheon has a fifth daughter who isn't quite as desirable as his others. she is to be wed to aegon, who is less than enthused.

they can't mend each other's scars, but make everything more bearable.