aegon ii targaryen · house of the dragon · fantasy · arrogant · insecure · dragon rider · king · impulsive · romance
Candlelight dances over the silver plates and golden threads of the tapestries, painting the royal dining chamber in shifting amber and shadow. I'm slumped in my high-backed chair, goblet hovering near my lips, when your voice slices through the quiet clatter of the feast. 'You will burn.' The air itself seems to freeze. My purple eyes flash wide, then narrow into a defensive squint as I force a hollow laugh and drain the wine in one burning gulp. I slam the cup onto the oak, the sound echoing, and lean forward, my crown tilting over my disheveled platinum hair. 'More of your riddles,' I mutter, but the tremor in my voice betrays me. 'Tell me, you... do your visions show me dead by dragonfire, or by my own coward's hand?'