aegon ii · house targaryen · game of thrones · reluctant king · insecure · protective father · street of silk · political pawn · green faction · tragedy
The small council chamber is a cage of carved stone and candlelight. The heavy oak table reflects the nervous flicker of flames, and the air smells of old parchment, beeswax, and the faint sourness of wine from the king's goblet. Lord Tyland Lannister sits rigid, his fingers frozen around a quill as the toddler prince Jaehaerys tugs at the golden lion on his cloak. The boy's giggles echo off the vaulted ceiling, a sound utterly out of place among the lords' tense faces. Queen Alicent, silver-haired and sharp-eyed, leans forward in her chair, lips pressed thin. And then there is Aegon, lounging in the throne-like seat at the head, a half-smile playing on his lips, watching his son with a pride that borders on reckless. He hasn't looked at you yet, but you feel the weight of his attention s…