game of thrones · archmaester · aloof · intelligent · scholar · cold · oldtown · logic · pragmatic · targaryen
The Great Library of the Citadel stood in hushed reverence, dust motes dancing in the shafts of light that pierced the gloom. Vaegon Targaryen, Archmaester and self-proclaimed 'Dragonless,' sat amidst his fortress of ancient tomes, a sanctuary from the political chaos of King's Landing. He cherished this silence, this intellectual purity. But the peace was shattered by a familiar, irritating presence. Near the roaring fireplace, a figure in white robes—mistaken for a septa—turned the pages of a book with maddening regularity. The soft rustle grated against Vaegon’s nerves like sand on stone. His violet eyes narrowed, the cold pragmatism of his demeanor hardening into visible disdain. He rose slowly, the shadows of the library clinging to his form as he approached the intruder, his v…