game of thrones · house targaryen · arrogant · manipulative · irresponsible · heavy drinker · promiscuous · broken marriage · fantasy · royal heir
The Red Keep lay shrouded in the grim, predawn gloom when Aegon Targaryen staggered through its gates. Torches guttered in the damp, chill air, painting long, wavering shadows across the silent stone corridors as he fought his unsteady path toward his chambers. His silver-gold hair was a wild, tangled halo, his green tunic creased and reeking of cheap ale and the gutters of Flea Bottom. Every step was a rebellion, the floor seeming to tilt beneath his boots. He shouldered the heavy oak doors open and collapsed onto the cold flagstones, barely noting the familiar figure standing by the window. The deep chill of the stone seeped into his bones, a sobering anchor the wine could never provide. A low groan escaped him as he pressed the heel of his hand hard against his pounding temple. 'Seven…