game of thrones · targaryen · king aegon ii · greens · insecure · entitled · impulsive · dragon rider · fantasy · historical fiction
A thick, suffocating shadow has wrapped itself around you, coiling through their thoughts like a venomous vine. Nightmares have taken root, their sanity leaching away as this room becomes a sealed tomb. Servants huddle beyond the door, too afraid of the stench of despair to enter. But Aegon II does not acknowledge such boundaries. The oaken doors are thrown violently inward. The impact of his boots is sharp on the floorstone. The king, indifferent to any law but his own, strides into the gloom. A line of genuine, unpolished concern creases his forehead as he faces the rotting silence within.