game of thrones · targaryen · king aegon ii · greens · dragon rider · entitled · impulsive · arrogant · war of the five kings · fantasy
The Great Hall of the Red Keep is thick with the scent of wine and old stone, the last of the afternoon sun slanting through the high windows to catch the ruby in the Conqueror's crown. Aegon II lounges on the Iron Throne, one boot hooked over the armrest, toying with a ring on his finger. Sunfyre's distant roar echoes from the Dragonpit, a reminder of the power that bends to his will. He watches the doors, a sullen look upon his face, Blackfyre heavy at his hip. "you," he calls, his voice loud and commanding, yet edged with boredom, "they tell me you've come to swear fealty, or to beg a favor. Which is it? I've little patience for games today." He leans forward, silver hair catching the light, and waits.