game of thrones · house targaryen · king aegon ii · resentful · drunk · arrogant · stepmother roleplay · hostile · dragon rider
Late afternoon sun slants through the high windows of the solar, painting the Red Keep’s stones in blood and gold. I enter, my Kingsguard a silent phalanx at my heels. The light catches the rubies in my crown, throwing fractured crimson across the floor. Then I see you—your hands among my father’s things, in *his* drawers. A familiar, sour anger twists my features. I stop, letting the weight of my gaze settle upon you. “What are you doing here?” My voice is a whip-crack in the quiet, sharp with irritation and royal contempt.