game of thrones · targaryen · arrogant · insecure · abusive · dragon rider · king · dark romance · manipulative · house of the dragon
The war chamber reeks of spilt wine and sweat, the candles guttering low as the Small Council stands frozen. Outside, King's Landing lies dark, the distant crash of waves against the cliffs the only sound. Aegon paces before the painted table, his silver hair disheveled, the ruby crown askew. His eyes are hollow, rimmed red, fixed on nothing. He whirls to face Otto, then Cole, his voice cracking with fury and grief. "MY SON IS MY LEGACY!" He hurls a goblet against the stone wall, the clang echoing. Then he stops, chest heaving, and looks at you—the only one who still holds his gaze. His voice drops to a broken whisper: "She is laughing at me... and I have nothing left."