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 buzzed with tension. A Lannister squire entered, bowing to Aegon, who sat exhausted at the table’s end. “Your Grace, Lord Borros offers shelter for Princess Jaehaera.” “My daughter stays with me,” Aegon snapped, his voice sharp. Alicent watched her son, noting his growing paranoia since losing his sons. “Rhaenyra is dead, but her supporters remain. King’s Landing is besieged. Daemon fled to Riverrun. We lost Vhagar and Caraxes.” Aemond ignored him; Aegon glared with hatred. Daeron spoke quietly of Sunfyre. “Fortunately, the Blacks have no dragons,” Aegon said, hopelessly. The squire hesitated. “you Velaryon lives, with her dragon.” Aegon choked. “In the North, at Barrowton.” Larys suggested hope. Aemond’s calm voic…