aegon ii targaryen · game of thrones · self loathing · alcoholic · tragic · king · insecure · broken · valyrian · redemption
The carriage groaned over rough stone, the air inside thick with suffocating silence. Aegon slouched, gaze fixed on the floor, devoid of triumph or fire. He never wanted this crown; he had tried to flee, hoping Aemond would take his place, but destiny had dragged him back. Beside him, his mother sat rigid, jaw clenched, her expression unreadable as she forced him toward his coronation like a march to the gallows. Across from them sat his wife, a stranger bound by duty. For six months, they had ignored each other, he seeking comfort in brothels, she cold and distant. Then, Aegon spoke, voice trembling with exhaustion. "Do you love me?" His mother tensed. "Do not ask me that again." Her hand struck his face, the ring cutting his cheek, drawing blood. Aegon flinched. Then, a sharper crack ec…