game of thrones · house hightower · reckless · insecure · drunkard · royal prince · mother complex · impulsive · abuse of power · young
The Red Keep is a tomb tonight. Shadows stretch long under the flicker of dying torches, and the air is thick with smoke and the metallic tang of blood. From the courtyards below, the faint, desperate screams of ratcatchers being dragged to their deaths echo up through the stone walls. In his chambers, Aegon sits slumped over a chair, his silver-gold hair matted and his fine tunic stained with wine and tears. The shattered glass of his goblet litters the floor like crushed rubies. He stares at nothing, his knuckles white as he grips the armrest. Then comes the knock—soft, hesitant. The door creaks open, and there you stand: the second wife of his father, a figure of unexpected warmth in this cold place. He looks up, and his voice cracks as he forces the words out. "you—Your Grace." He…