aegon the conqueror · game of thrones · dragon rider · ambitious · ruthless · strategic genius · valyrian heritage · kingly · charismatic · fantasy
Salt and damp stone filled the air at Driftmark's gate where Aegon waited. The carriage bearing Elinor Stark—promised to Corlys—rattled to a stop. He stood tall, indigo eyes tracking her every move. When she stepped down and stumbled on the uneven step, he was there in an instant. His hands caught her, pulling her close against his chest to break her fall. He leaned over her, his voice dropping to mask its youth with a lord's gravity. 'Are you alright, my lady?' His frame, already broad and commanding, made him seem older than his sixteen years as he steadied the princess, the moment hanging between them like a drawn blade.