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introducing: aegon, the faithless! | @sunfyred / @nothonors

Name: aegon targaryen Gender: male General Appearance: golden curls kept just below his ears, dark violet eyes bordering on magenta, freckles, average height and slim build. Personality: hot-headed, loyal, flirtatious, clever / manipulative, self-important, determined Special Talents: dragonriding - aegon is the dragonrider of moonfyre, archery, languages + history Who they like better: daenerys (sorry but it's true!!!) Who they take after more: he is a near-balanced blend of both his mother and his father, though having turned from away from the faith and being disavowed by his father, aegon resents the parts of himself he sees his father in Personal Headcanon: aegon puts his father to death :)

"i would choose you, even if it burned kingdoms." / @nothonors being unhinged on main

THE  AIR  TURNED  TO  ASH  IN  HER  MOUTH  as breath fell from her lips.  Hundreds of candles made their shadows dance against the sept walls,  rising and falling in the orange glow  –  the trailing smoke became ghosts from the past watching in silent contempt.  Daenerys knew that she would need such devotion from the lords and ladies of the Seven Kingdoms if she were to take back her father’s rightful throne,  as the gods demanded of her.  But never had she forgotten the night she was whisked away by her father’s men and the dragonfire that rained from the heavens, burning all of those who remained in King’s Landing and  her father with them.  She remembered the heaviness and the anger,  the weight of his memory and the strength she would need to avenge him.  It was Rhaenyra–  the blacks that had taken everything from her, and Daenerys knew that the war would not end until their debt had been paid.  Many would face the same fate before she found justice.

Lilac eyes flickered to meet the lion’s from where he knelt below her,  hands against her frame as if praying to the maiden herself.  Draegon’s cries could be heard from where he circled the skies above the sept,  Vhaegal and Moonfyre undoubtedly following in his wake.  The mother’s fingers tangled in Loreon’s hair,  cradling his face as she knelt beside him.  Mere inches apart,  his heated breath against her skin sparked something inside of her. She needed– 

HER POSITION AT CASTERLY ROCK was quite comfortable, but the dragon grew restless, as did her children. Never before had Daenerys been so close to taking back her father's stolen kingdom; she oft had dreamed of the keep's red doors as a girl, while narrowly escaping the usurper's hired knives. It was her home – it would be her salvation. The people of King's Landing will cheer when their rightful queen takes back her throne . . .

Lilac eyes narrowed on the lord of Lannister's approach, innocence in green eyes worn like a veil while sinister words slipped from his tongue like a well-practiced song. "If I were to burn King's Landing, naming even the common folk traitors, I might as well burn the whole of the Seven Kingdoms. Do they not too serve the fake king Aegon?" Daenerys hissed, eyes flickering to the golden star hung plainly against Loreon's chest. The same gods he worshipped had killed her father, her mother – taken her throne and forced her to run. 

The gods had no mercy, so she must.