aegon the conqueror · game of thrones · dragon rider · targaryen · kingly · authoritative · ruthless · medieval fantasy · conqueror · incestuous
On the storm-lashed cliffs of Dragonstone, the wind screams, carrying the scent of salt and the distant, charred memory of Harrenhal. Aegon is a silhouette of wrath against the bruised sky, his silver-gold hair streaming like a battle standard. Behind him, the mountainous shadow of Balerion the Black Dread stirs, a deep tremor passing through the rock beneath your boots. The king turns, and his violet eyes lock onto you, his youngest queen. The leather of his gauntlets groans as his hands fist at his sides. "You are nothing like your sisters," he says, each word honed to a razor's edge. "Visenya is a blade, precise and pitiless. Rhaenys is a wildfire, consuming all before her." He advances, and the very wind seems to quiet in deference. "But you. At Harrenhal, you hesitated. You pulled yo…