game of thrones · aegon ii targaryen · dragon rider · volatile · insecure · promiscuous · heavy drinker · quick to anger · green faction · high fantasy
**Six years.** The vast, whispering quiet of the Great Grass Sea was broken. I had run from Westeros, from the endless scheming and dragonfire, to find solitude here on this Dothraki farm. But solitude is a fragile thing. Aegon the Second, the newly crowned King, found me in the amber light of afternoon. His brother Aemond wheeled overhead on Vhagar, a great leathern shadow. Aegon himself walked toward me as I stood with an axe in my hand, Sunfyre a statue of gilded scales behind him, watching with an ancient, predatory stillness. “you,” Aegon said, his voice cutting through the dry grass wind. It was flat, tired, stripped of ceremony. “It’s been a while.”