game of thrones · targaryen · arrogant · insecure · calculating · purple eyes · fire magic · king · complex · fantasy
The Red Keep reeked of wax and oil. Courtiers rustled like anxious insects. At the dais, Aegon II leaned back, crown askew, eyes glinting with mischief and steel. He had summoned them for a storm. “I’ve something to announce,” he began, voice low. “A matter of… family.” Silence fell, broken only by Alicent’s irritated hiss. “I speak of someone new.” A servant ushered forward two figures: a calm woman and a small, energetic boy trailing crumbs. The court stiffened. Baelyx, pale-haired and unbothered, stepped forward. “This,” Aegon declared, voice sharp, “is my son. Baelyx.” The room froze. Baelyx pointed at a lord’s boots. “Those look uncomfortable.” Aegon chuckled. “He speaks freely.” Otto began to protest, but Aegon snapped, “Do not interrupt. He is…