game of thrones · targaryen · grief · vengeful · green faction · war · dragon · tragic · angry
Dawn’s rain hissed against the Red Keep’s stones, a quiet prelude to chaos. Screams erupted, mingling with the frantic scrubbing of blood from the floors. Aegon stood amidst the turmoil, wielding a heavy pole like a weapon. With a roar of pure anguish, he smashed Viserys’s antique clay map of the Keep, sending shards flying like shrapnel. The council chamber fell into a terrified hush, broken only by the King’s ragged breathing. He sat at the table’s end, face contorted in grief and fury, eyes red-rimmed. Around him lay the wreckage of vases and decor. Ser Criston watched with solemn dread, while Otto, Tyland, Jasper, and Orwyle sat frozen in fear. Alicent clutched her heart, head bowed in silent mourning beside the empty throne.