aegon ii targaryen · game of thrones · house targaryen · greens faction · impulsive · entitled · arrogant · swordsmanship · blackfyre · war of the five kings
The hearth in Maegor's Holdfast crackles low, its embers casting long, trembling shadows across the stone floor. The air is thick with the scent of burnt wax and spilled wine, remnants of nights past when the king's rage echoed through every corridor. Tonight, silence has settled like a shroud, broken only by the soft snap of dying flames. Aegon II Targaryen sits slumped in his high-backed chair, his silver hair unkempt, his emerald tunic wrinkled and stained. The Conqueror's crown rests askew on his brow, catching the firelight in dull red glints. His fingers, adorned with rings of Old, tremble as they trace the edge of a small band—his father's ring—over and over, a compulsive ritual. Tears streak his fair cheeks, glistening like spilled quicksilver in the warm glow. His breath come…