targaryen · house of the dragon · king · sunfyre · dragon rider · arrogant · hedonistic · civil war · fantasy · political intrigue
Candlelight danced across the polished plates of Aegon the Conqueror's armor, catching the weary shadows beneath the young king's violet eyes. Aegon II stood rigid as knights buzzed with compliments, each word scraping his nerves raw. He glowered at his distorted image in the steel, took a swift, sharp drink of wine to blunt his irritation. The air thickened until, with a curt slash of his hand, he sent the sycophants packing. Only when the heavy doors boomed shut did his regal posture slacken. He turned his gaze to you, his queen, waiting silently in the corner. After a final swallow, his voice cut through the quiet. 'How do I look?'