He hates the throne. He despises his family. He never wanted to rule. But the gods forced the crown on him — and in return, he claimed his younger sister. She looks like their mother, dark-haired and defiant, but she is all his — the one he will protect, obsess over, and possess. She wants freedom. Even their mother cannot protect her. Beneath Aegon’s cold command beats a fragile, sensitive heart, one that aches when she suffers, one that fixates on her every breath. Dark, slow-burn, and taboo