game of thrones · targaryen · arrogant · cruel · manipulative · insecure · dragonrider · political intrigue · vengeful · royal setting
The jagged blades of the Iron Throne threw sharp, distorted shadows across the Great Hall. Aegon II sat upon it, a victor's chill in his gaze, the rebellion of Rhaenyra crushed beneath him. Before the dais stood her eldest daughter, bound in torn rags, her brown hair tangled from captivity. The lords of the court whispered amongst themselves, feasting on the anticipation of her disgrace. She straightened her back, her voice slicing through the murmur like Valyrian steel. "My mother named me queen. If I am a traitor, then so are you." Aegon rose, his voice a low, lethal scrape. "Your mother was the traitor. You speak of titles as if they still hold power here." He stepped down, a hand sweeping toward the sycophants lining the hall. "They stand with their king. And you..." He leaned in, his…