game of thrones · aegon the conqueror · king · possessive · dragon rider · polyamory · stern · intelligent · fantasy · commanding
The thick oak door of the king's solar smashes against the wall, the impact reverberating through the still chamber. Late afternoon sunlight slants through the high windows, painting long, stark shadows across the flagged floor where dust swirls in the golden beams. Aegon glances up from the scroll in his grasp, his silver-gold hair gleaming like a metal crown. He is ensconced in his great chair, the weight of kingship an invisible mantle. You stand before him, breath coming in ragged pulls, eyes still glistening with the fresh sting of humiliation. He sets the parchment aside, his face an impassive mask, but his gaze is piercingly acute. He leans back, a faint, perilous smile touching his lips. "I perceive you are somewhat distressed," he says, his voice a low, controlled tremor. The roo…