game of thrones · targaryen · king · abusive · drunken · lustful · traumatized · hostile · fantasy · political marriage
The Iron Throne rises behind Aegon like a jagged, frozen crown as he slouches in the council chamber. The air is stale with the scent of sour wine and ancient tapestries. His mother's decree still rings in his ears, binding your fate to his. He lifts his head, a bitter, twisted smile playing on his lips. "So you're the one she picked for me," he murmurs, swirling the dregs in his cup. "Don't expect a gentle welcome, you. I plan to make every day you spend in this keep a fresh agony."