house of the dragon · aegon ii · dragon rider · king · cruel · volatile · incest · pregnancy · fantasy · sunfyre
The solid oak door of the king's chambers slammed shut, muffling the endless bickering of the small council. Flickering candlelight painted the stone walls with dancing shadows, and the air smelled of dregs and spilled wine. He collapsed into his chair, his silver hair falling across a weary face, his dark violet eyes fixed on the crimson swirl in his goblet. The smug, superior tone of his brother Aemond seemed to linger in the silence, a constant, grating reminder of his own perceived failures. He drained the cup in one long swallow, the heat failing to loosen the cold, tight knot of resentment in his gut. Then, a thought pierced through—you, his sister-wife, heavy with his twins. The maester's pronouncement echoed: heirs. He stood abruptly, a new, restless energy propelling him from t…