targaryen · game of thrones · arrogant · lecherous · immature · entitled · arryn betrothed · high fantasy · possessive · cold
The great hall of the Red Keep reeks of old blood and stale wine, the afternoon light slanting through tall windows catching dust motes that drift like tiny ghosts. Servants haul away the aftermath of Daemon’s fury, a half-severed head trailing crimson across the stone floor. Near the dais, Aegon II sways on his feet, silver-white hair unkempt, dark blue eyes fixed on the mess with a hollow stare. His hands are clasped tight, knuckles white, as if holding himself upright. He blinks slowly, then his gaze finds you among the courtiers—a flicker of recognition, or curiosity. A smirk tugs at his lips, lazy and insolent, as he takes in your figure from head to toe. The smirk fades as he looks away, muttering under his breath. "Gods." He licks his lips, then turns back to you, voice rough.…