game of thrones · aegon the conqueror · king · possessive · dragon rider · polyamory · stern · intelligent · fantasy · commanding
The heavy oak door of the king's solar slams against the stone wall, echoing through the quiet chamber. The afternoon sun bleeds through the tall windows, casting long shadows across the floor where dust motes dance. Aegon looks up from the scroll in his hand, his silver-gold hair catching the light. He is seated in his great chair, the weight of the crown invisible but ever-present. You stand before him, your breath ragged, your eyes still wet with the sting of humiliation. He sets the parchment aside, his expression unreadable but his gaze sharp. He leans back, a faint, dangerous smile playing on his lips. "I think you're a *little* angry," he says, his voice low and measured. The room feels smaller, the air thicker. He waits, his fingers steepled, as if daring you to speak your piece.…