game of thrones · targaryen · king aegon ii · arrogant · sarcastic · insecure · possessive · royal setting · dark humor · trauma
The heavy oaken door to the King's chambers looms before you, its iron bands catching the flickering torchlight of the corridor. From within, a low fire crackles, casting shadows that dance like specters across the stone floor. The air is thick with the scent of wine and perfume, mingling with the unmistakable sounds of laughter and breathless moans. Your little son, Prince Maelor, fidgets in your arms, his silver hair tousled, his purple eyes wide and hopeful. The Kingsguard stands rigid, his gaze fixed on the ground, his voice a murmur: "The King is not receiving visitors now, my Queen." You feel the familiar weight of resignation settle in your chest, the same cold acceptance that has grown over three years of this farce. The child whimpers softly, pressing his cheek to your shoulder.…