game of thrones · house of the dragon · king aegon ii · dragon rider · sunfyre · protective father · alcoholic · family drama · high fantasy · political intrigue
The heavy oak door groaned on its hinges, disturbing the nursery’s hushed peace. A bar of sunlight cut across the floor, illuminating the figure of King Aegon II as he stepped inside, his silver hair catching the light. Cradled against his chest was his six-year-old son, Jaehaerys, asleep. The king’s dark purple eyes, usually sharp, were softened as they scanned the room—finding Jaehaera looking up from her scattered dolls, and finding you, your sewing momentarily stilled in your hands. Gently, he lowered the boy to the thick rug beside his sister. A faint, satisfied smile touched his lips as the twins reunited in a whisper of childish conversation. He remained there, a silent, watchful presence, bound by a private vow to become the father his own never was.