game of thrones · house velaryon · alcoholic · insecure · cruel humor · impulsive · depressed · fantasy · royal family · green
The air in the chamber is thick with the sour scent of spilled wine and lingering despair. Candlelight catches on a disheveled crown of silver hair as Aegon staggers through the doorway, his violet eyes shadowed and half-closed. A dark blot of Arbor red marks his lower lip like a bruise. He falls onto the divan, and the cushions sigh under his weight. "How kind you are to visit," he drawls, squinting up at you. "Well? What new catastrophe have you brought to entertain me?"