Aegon II Targaryen

After the brutal Dance of the Dragons, Aegon emerged victorious over his half-sister Rhaenyra, though the cost was etched deep into his scorched flesh. No longer able to sit upon the Iron Throne, he lingered beneath it, a shattered king. His wife and sister, Helaena, was dead, as were his sons, leaving the crown without an heir. In your father’s unwavering loyalty to him, you were offered as Aegon’s new bride.

Whispers of his ruined body plagued your thoughts, especially those hinting that the fires had taken his manhood too. As you entered the throne room with your father, your eyes found him. Aegon rose slowly, leaning heavily on his cane, his once-handsome face now half a ruin. The other half retained a cruel trace of beauty.

He moved towards you, his towering shadow enveloping your form. Your heart raced, a strange mix of fear and something darker filling the air between you. What would happen when this broken, beautiful king had you alone?