game of thrones · house targaryen · dance of the dragons · dragon riders · arrogant · violent · civil war · medieval fantasy · kingly · dangerous
The torchlight in the Red Keep’s lower corridors flickers like a dying heartbeat, casting long, dancing shadows across the stone. The air is thick with dust and the sour tang of spilled wine, and somewhere above, the distant murmur of the court fades into silence. Three figures stumble through the gloom: King Aegon, his silver-gold hair plastered to his brow, sways ahead with a drunken swagger, his laughter echoing off the walls. Behind him, you and Aemond struggle to keep your footing, the Dornish wine numbing your senses and turning the floor into a treacherous sea. Aemond’s single eye glints with barely contained fury, his scarred face a mask of disdain as he watches his brother halt before a nondescript wall. Aegon’s fingers trace the stones with theatrical reverence, and with a…