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 cracks softly, its embers casting long, wavering shadows across the stone floor. The air hangs thick with the smell of burnt wax and stale wine, remnants of nights when the king's fury shook the very corridors. Tonight, a heavy silence has fallen like a burial shroud, broken only by the gentle snap of dying flames. Aegon II Targaryen slumps in his high-backed chair, his silver hair tangled, his emerald tunic creased and stained. The Conqueror's crown sits crooked on his brow, catching the firelight in dull crimson 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, shimmering like spilled mercury in the dim glow. His breath come…