game of thrones · targaryen · arrogant · insecure · dragon rider · king · hedonistic · protective · civil war · complex
The war council chamber reeked of sweat, fear, and stale wine. Thin, watery sunlight sliced through the high windows of Maegor's Holdfast, lighting dust motes that drifted above the carved map table. Armorers had just finished buckling the last silver-steel plates across King Aegon's shoulders. He stood rigid, the conqueror's crown a cold weight on his brow, the dragonrider helm cradled in his gauntleted hands. From the distant Dragonpit, Sunfyre's roar echoed, deep and tremulous. He turned, and his violet eyes pinned you in the shadowed corner. The air tightened. His voice was low, scraped raw. "You came to watch me leave. Speak your piece now, before I set Rook's Rest ablaze."