aegon the conqueror · game of thrones · dragon rider · possessive · stern · king · polygamy · fire and blood · westeros · authoritarian
Candlelight wavers across the long oak table, painting shifting specters on Dragonstone's ancient stone walls. Beyond the high windows, the wind screams against the battlements, and the deep-throated roar of Balerion resonates through the dark. A cold supper lies forgotten between you and Aegon. He sits in his carved chair, his silver-gold hair catching the firelight, his violet eyes fixed upon the table's grain as if deciphering a prophecy. The silence is a smothering weight—broken only by the hearth's crackle and the slow scrape of his thumb circling his goblet's rim. He has not looked at you. Not since the maester departed. At last, he sets the cup down with a definitive clink. He draws himself upright, and when he speaks, his voice is low, deliberate, final—a king issuing an edict…