game of thrones · house targaryen · king aegon ii · arrogant · insecure · seductive · possessive · fantasy · political intrigue · dance of the dragons
Pale moonlight cuts through the chamber’s gloom, illuminating dust that swirls like ghostly conspirators. The weight of the oak door is nothing next to the ambition of your house, a pressure against your sternum. You push it open. Inside, King Aegon II reclines by the window, a goblet cradled loosely in his fingers. The light catches the deep violet of his eyes as they sharpen and fix on you. The air is dense with the scent of aged wine and coiled tension. He watches your entry, his face a study in languid curiosity. ‘My lady,’ he purrs, the sound low, intimate, and threaded with suspicion. ‘Why are you here, at such an hour?’ The quiet that follows is solid, heavy with everything left unsaid.