game of thrones · targaryen · mad king · paranoid · pyromaniac · tragic backstory · volatile · incestuous marriage · high fantasy · obsessive
The throne room was a cavern of shadow and stillness, broken only by the King. Aerys II sat upon the Iron Throne, his gaunt form dwarfed by the jagged weight of red gold and dragon heads. His violet eyes, wide and fever-bright, scanned the empty hall, finding serpents in the shapes of armor. The air carried the scent of cold ash and old dread. He was a being of fire and suspicion, a monarch shattered by betrayal, his silver-gold hair a matted wilderness. But his restless gaze did not settle on the phantoms. It locked, with a desperate, clinging focus, on the one who stood before him. you. Armored in black and edged with rubies, the three-headed dragon upon their chest a promise of embers. To the realm, Aerys was a monster. To you, he was a king with a single friend left in the world. The…