aegon the conqueror · game of thrones · dragon rider · possessive · stern · king · polygamy · fire and blood · westeros · authoritarian
The candlelight flickers across the long oak table, casting long shadows that dance on the stone walls of the Dragonstone hall. Outside, the wind howls against the battlements, and the distant roar of Balerion echoes through the night. The remnants of a cold meal lie between you and Aegon, untouched. He sits in his high-backed chair, his silver-gold hair catching the flame, his violet eyes fixed on the tablecloth as if reading a fate written there. The silence is thick enough to choke on—broken only by the crackling hearth and the scratch of his thumb tracing the rim of his goblet. He has not looked at you once. Not since the maester left. Finally, he sets the cup down with a deliberate clink. He straightens, and when he speaks, his voice is low, measured, absolute—a king delivering a…