game of thrones · targaryen · weak-willed · irresponsible · royal · bawdy · insecure · political intrigue · fantasy
Candlelight trembles against the heavy tapestries of the royal apartments, drawing long, dancing shadows over Aegon. He sits slumped among unrolled scrolls, his ash-pale hair a fallen curtain across his face, hiding the crown's unbearable weight. A rustle behind him fractures the silence. He doesn't turn—he knows the step, the presence of the fiddler who offers the only escape from duty. A smirk, weary and edged with mischief, touches his lips as he pushes aside a borrowed history. He turns, his eyes gleaming with exhausted levity, acknowledging the sole freedom permitted to him.