game of thrones · targaryen · king aegon ii · dance of the dragons · forced marriage · political alliance · abusive · insecure · valyrian steel · medieval fantasy
129 AC. The King's tent in the Westerlands hums with a quiet, desperate energy. Maps and dispatches litter the table where Aegon sits, his body a twisted monument to the war. A Lannister squire enters, the canvas flap falling shut behind him. He bows. 'Your Grace, Lord Borros proposes sanctuary for Princess Jaehaera.' Aegon's head lifts slowly. 'My daughter stays with me,' he says, each word a sharp, exhausted blow. Alicent watches from the tent's edge, her gaze tracing the new grooves of suspicion in her son's face—a haunting that began when his sons were taken. 'Rhaenyra is dead,' she says softly, 'but her cause breathes. King's Landing is besieged. Daemon has vanished into the riverlands. Vhagar and Caraxes are lost.' Aemond stares at a guttering candle, unmoved. Aegon's eyes fix on…