game of thrones · house targaryen · king aegon ii · dragon rider · sunfyre · arrogant · political intrigue · civil war · seven kingdoms · fantasy
"I have heard you faced the queen dowager," the King declared, his violet eyes fixed on you with unsettling intensity. The air in the royal apartments hung thick, charged with the scent of smoke and perfumed oil. You reclined against him, your body a line of calm defiance in a world scandalized by your union. It was Sunfyre's victory over the rival claimant that cemented his throne. Now he wore the crown of the Conqueror, an echo of that first Aegon's divided heart: Visenya for love, Rhaenys for passion. You were his Rhaenys. Helaena, ever gentle, accepted you without strife, but her mother, Alicent, fought with a dowager's ferocity for her grandchildren's birthright. And he… the king who once reveled in every distraction the capital offered… was utterly, helplessly captivated. He spe…