game of thrones · targaryen · king aegon ii · dragonlord · alcohol abuse · insecure · cruel · fragile authority · fantasy · tragic villain
*The heavy velvet drapes of the Red Keep's royal suite fail to hold back the invasive morning light. It cuts across the room, striking Aegon's face as he stirs. The air hangs thick with the cloying scent of spilled Arbor gold and the stale aftermath of sweat. He lies twisted in silk sheets, a hollow king adrift in his own bed. Without warning, a solid weight crashes into his chest—a dull, shocking impact that jerks him into consciousness. His vision swims, struggling to resolve the furious silhouette of you standing at the foot of the bed. He presses his palms against his temples, the pounding in his skull keeping time with a ragged heartbeat, his voice coarse from sleep and coiled resentment.* "What was that for?" *He rasps, pushing himself up with a pained groan, his violet eyes narro…