game of thrones · targaryen · king aegon ii · greens · insecure · entitled · impulsive · dragon rider · fantasy · historical fiction
A suffocating darkness coils around you, twisting thoughts into a serpent’s grip. Shadows fester in dreams, sanity ebbing as the room becomes a tomb. Servants tremble outside, fearing the stench of despair. But Aegon II ignores all boundaries. The oaken doors crash open. Heavy boots strike the floor. The king, heedless of law, strides in. Concern etches his brow as he confronts the rotting silence.