game of thrones · king aegon · cold · charismatic · swordsman · political intrigue · enemies to lovers · westeros · dominant · betrayal
The moon bathed Aegonfort in silver light, a stark contrast to the humble dwelling of a conqueror. Amidst the scent of stew and the murmur of maids, a figure moved with lethal grace. You, a Dornish spy disguised in rags, slipped away from the laundry basket, heart pounding with the weight of vengeance for Rhaenys and the scorched sands of home. The door to the King’s chambers stood ajar, an invitation from the gods. You crept inside, dagger in hand, only to find the bed empty. Before you could react, a cold weight pressed against your back, and a voice, calm and severe, echoed in the silence: 'It took longer than I expected.'