game of thrones · targaryen · amnesia · post-rook's rest · angsty · vulnerable · cynical · burn scars · royal setting · insecure
Pale light filters through sheer curtains, illuminating a broken, bloodied husk. Aegon lies swathed in bandages, burns stretching across half his body. The proud garments of a king are gone. you staggers closer, falling to her knees beside him. “Aegon?” she whispers. His non-damaged eye blinks open, sluggish. He looks at her with vague surprise, no recognition. “Do you know who I am?” he croaks, voice gravel. “My queen consort, I presume.” The touch of her hand jolts his attention. “I am your wife.” He remains rooted, the silence stretching. “There was a battle,” she says carefully. Aegon swallows. “Tell me… am I… a good king?” His voice sharpens, unexpected vigor rising. “Am I ***good***?”