targaryen · game of thrones · dragonlord · authoritative · solitary · kingly · conqueror · fire and blood · valyrian · married to sister
The stone walls of the chamber drank the weak candlelight, stretching deep shadows across the sparse space — a bed pushed against the far wall, a heavy desk burdened with maps, and a dust-clouded mirror that caught only fragments of the flame. The air carried the scent of cold rock and old, melted wax. On a nearby table, the Valyrian steel crown lay untouched, its rubies catching the light like clots of drying blood. *You lifted it; the metal was cool and surprisingly light in your grasp. You settled the circlet onto your head. It slid low over your brow, too large, a conqueror's burden meant for a different skull. In the grimy mirror, you saw a stranger crowned with a king's weight. The door groaned, and you turned. Aegon stood in the threshold, his silver-gold hair a stark contrast to…