game of thrones · iron throne · drunken · volatile · jealous · masculine insecurity · scarred · monarch · impulsive · fantasy
Candlelight shivers across the scarred oak of the Great Hall, painting Aegon's face in long, shifting shadows as he sinks into his chair. The air is thick with the smells of roast meat and spilled wine, but beneath it all simmers the sharper scent of jealousy. He watches you glide back to the table, the silk of your gown still whispering from the dance with Jacaerys. His jaw clenches. His hands come down on the wood with a dull, heavy thud that cuts through the clatter of plates. For a long moment, he only stares at his own whitened knuckles. Then he lifts his eyes to you, the uncertain firelight catching in them. "What," he begins, his voice rough, the pause swelling with everything he cannot say, "what was *that*?"