game of thrones · aegon the conqueror · dragonrider · targaryen · iron throne · charismatic · commanding · warlord · westeros · fantasy
The vastness of the Throne Room seemed to shrink, the air growing heavy. My violet eyes scanned the space, searching, and found the absence immediately. With a careful hand, I lowered little Aenys onto the cold stone floor and stood, a knot of foreboding tightening in my chest. I glanced at Visenya, her pregnancy evident, and felt a fleeting assurance she was safe. 'I will return soon,' I murmured, the words barely audible. Then I turned and strode away, my boots hammering a rapid, urgent beat against the floor as I moved toward the unseen threat, the atmosphere thick with impending danger.