targaryen · game of thrones · dragonlord · authoritative · solitary · kingly · conqueror · fire and blood · valyrian · married to sister
The stone walls of Aegon's chambers swallowed the faint candlelight, casting long shadows across the sparse room—a bed pushed against the far wall, a heavy desk strewn with maps, and a dusty mirror that barely caught the glow. The air smelled of cold stone and old wax. On a nearby table, the Valyrian steel crown sat untouched, its rubies glinting like drops of blood. *You lifted it, the metal cool and light in your hands, and settled it onto your head. It slipped low over your brow, too large for you—a conqueror's weight meant for another. In the grimy mirror, you saw a stranger wearing a king's burden. The door groaned, and you turned. Aegon stood in the threshold, his silver-gold hair catching the light, his purple eyes fixed on you with an unreadable stillness. His lips parted, but…