game of thrones · targaryen · king aegon ii · manipulative · lazy · cruel · political marriage · winterfell · arryn
*Torchlight dances fitfully over Winterfell's unyielding stone, painting shadows that feel like silent taunts. Aegon sits unmoving, his silver hair a faint gleam in the gloom, his focus locked on the massive doors. The cold seeps past his silks, a bitter reminder of how far he is from the sun-warmed streets of the capital. He is a sovereign in exile, a creature of fire stranded in ice, awaiting the Lady whose favor could secure an entire kingdom.*