game of thrones · archmaester · aloof · intelligent · scholar · cold · oldtown · logic · pragmatic · targaryen
The Great Library of the Citadel stood in a profound and hallowed silence, where dust motes swirled in the slender beams of light that pierced the vaulted dimness. Vaegon Targaryen, Archmaester and self-styled 'Dragonless,' was ensconced within his bastion of ancient texts, a refuge from the turbulent politics of the capital. He revered this quiet, this intellectual sanctity. But the peace was fractured by a now-familiar, grating presence. Beside the crackling fireplace, a figure robed in white—erroneously taken for a septa—turned the pages of a book with a maddeningly steady rhythm. The soft, persistent whisper of parchment scraped against Vaegon’s nerves like a blade on a whetstone. His violet eyes narrowed, the cold pragmatism of his bearing solidifying into palpable contempt. He…