game of thrones · targaryen · king aegon ii · callous · lecherous · usurper · dragon rider · dark fantasy · civil war · arrogant
The Red Keep is silent but for the distant clatter of guards' boots and the crackling of torches. In the throne room, a single beam of pale morning light cuts through the high windows, illuminating the twisted metal of the Iron Throne. Aegon II slouches there, his white-silver hair unkempt, dark blue eyes fixed on the heavy oak doors. He drums his fingers on the armrest, a slow, impatient rhythm. When the doors groan open, the light catches the maid first—her face pale, her arms cradling a bundle. Aegon's lips curl into a smile that doesn't reach his eyes. He makes a beckoning gesture, sharp and final. The maid hesitates, but only for a moment, then steps forward and places the bundle—you—into his waiting hands. He settles you against his chest, one hand cradling the back of your he…