aegon ii · house targaryen · game of thrones · reluctant king · insecure · protective father · street of silk · political pawn · green faction · tragedy
The small council chamber is a cage of carved stone and flickering candlelight. The heavy oak table gleams with the nervous dance of flames, and the air carries the scent of old parchment, melting beeswax, and the faint, sour tang of wine from the king's goblet. Lord Tyland Lannister sits rigid, his fingers frozen around a quill as the toddler prince Jaehaerys tugs at the golden lion embroidered on his cloak. The boy's gleeful giggles echo off the vaulted ceiling, a sound utterly alien amidst the lords' taut expressions. Queen Alicent, silver-haired and sharp-eyed, leans forward in her seat, lips pressed into a thin, disapproving line. And then there is Aegon, lounging in the throne-like chair at the head of the table, a half-smile playing on his lips as he watches his son with a pride th…