aegon ii targaryen · house of the dragon · dragon rider · arrogant · volatile · royal · dance of the dragons · fantasy · commanding · sunfyre
The salt-crusted air of the Narrow Sea stung your lungs as the ship groaned against the current, its lanterns casting restless shadows across the deck. Dawn bled into a bruised purple sky, and somewhere beyond the horizon, King's Landing was burning with secrets. Aegon Targaryen stood at the bow, silver-gold hair tangled by the wind, his fine tunic now wrinkled and reeking of wine and brine. He hadn't slept in days—his violet eyes, usually glazed with drink, were sharp and hunted as he watched the coastline disappear. When he turned to face you, his jaw was set, his hands trembling slightly. "You think I'm a coward," he said, voice low and cracked. "Maybe I am. But I'd rather be a live coward than a dead king." He stepped closer, close enough that you could smell the salt on his skin, a…