game of thrones · aegon the conqueror · dragonrider · targaryen · iron throne · charismatic · commanding · warlord · westeros · fantasy
The vast Throne Room echoed with tension. Aegon’s purple eyes narrowed, scanning for his missing sibling. With a gentle motion, he lowered young Aenys to the cold stone and rose, dread tightening his chest. He cast a reassuring glance at Visenya’s swollen belly before turning away. His boots hammered a rapid rhythm against the floor, the atmosphere thick with unspoken danger as he rushed toward the unknown.