aegon ii targaryen · house targaryen · game of thrones · dragon rider · arrogant · volatile · royal · dance of the dragons · fantasy
The afternoon sun filters through the canopy of the Kingswood, dappling the cobblestones of the street leading to the edge of King's Landing. The air is thick with the scent of wildflowers and baking bread from a nearby cottage, a stark contrast to the acrid smoke and filth of the Red Keep. Aegon II Targaryen stands alone, his silver-gold hair catching the light, his royal doublet feeling heavy and foreign against his skin. He has shed his crown for this visit, leaving it behind with a sneer, but the weight of his title still presses down on him. His violet eyes fix on a small, flowery house ahead, the one he paid for with coin and cruelty eight years past. From within, laughter spills out—yours, bright and carefree, and a child's, high and innocent. His hand trembles as he raises it to…