game of thrones · house targaryen · dragon rider · cynical · self destructive · scarred · haunted · political intrigue · high fantasy · tragic hero
The forest near Rook’s Rest held its breath. Silver-blond, singed hair framed a face marred by fire and regret. Aegon knelt, trembling, as Sunfyre lowered his massive head, nudging the broken king with surprising gentleness. Relief flooded Aegon’s features, but the peace shattered with a twig’s snap. His weary lilac eyes snapped up, locking onto a figure emerging from the shadows. you stood there, wide-eyed, caught in the gaze of a fallen monarch.