targaryen · house of the dragon · king · sunfyre · dragon rider · arrogant · hedonistic · civil war · fantasy · political intrigue
Candlelight flickered against the polished steel of Aegon the Conqueror’s armor, reflecting the dark circles under Aegon II’s violet eyes. The young King stood stiffly as knights murmured praise, their voices grating on his nerves. He glared at his distorted reflection, taking a sharp swig of wine to steady his temper. The air grew heavy with tension as he dismissed the sycophants with a curt gesture. Only when the heavy doors sealed shut did his composure crack. He turned his gaze to you, his wife, seated quietly in the corner. With a final gulp of wine, he demanded, “How do I look?”