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I have no idea what I'm doing, this is so random and came from a sentence that crossed my mind. I didn't correct it so I apologize if it's a torture for the eyes (my english sucks sometimes). "She" is literaly whoever you want her to be for Aegon, and honestly that's just a one shot (Aegon isn't a rapist in this thing, need him to be pathetic not loathsome).

Anyway have fun reading it ig ? No warnings it's nothing. (It's very short)

Love ya ♡

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𝕯𝖔 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖈𝖗𝖆𝖛𝖊 𝖎𝖙 ?

⋆༺⋆°⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ 𓆩⚔𓆪

── He missed childhood. He missed how careless he could be, how free he was, how funny it had been to be with his nephews, even when they were fighting.

Now the fight was all different. Freedom was gone, and the crown he had never asked for was heavy on his brow. It was hard to keep a head high, when all he wanted to do was to crawl back in the bed of youth and carelessness.

Of course, alcohol helped in a way but it did not ease all of the burden. As Aegon walked through a corridor, holding himself against the wall to keep his balance, he stumbled on the step he hadn't seen and fell on his knees, his crown dropping from his head and rolling on the floor.

When she saw him lose his balance, she sighed. Her heels echoed on the stone floor as she walked toward him and bent down, picking up his fallen crown.

Aegon felt humiliated. His hand shot out, trying to reach for it but he just stumbled on his knees more as she pulled her hand away, holding the crown high above her shoulder. He gritted his teeth as he saw the look of judgement on her face. He felt like a child and he hated that, he hated this gaze, it was like his mother's. Cruel, disappointed...and careless, in a way.

"Give it to me." He said, voice cold as he got to his feet.

He hated being made a fool of. And that was all he felt like, a drunken fool. Her eyes swept over his disheveled form, his black cape splayed on the stone as he stayed sat. He had given up on trying to stand, leaning his back against the nearest wall.

"What, this?" She looked at the dark iron crown in her soft hand, and the little rubies in it. "It seems too heavy for you," she murmured, her voice soft like honey, but holding the same bitter-sweet taste as it.

Aegon's eyes narrowed and he gritted his teeth some more. It was clear, she knew he was drunk, and she was mocking him. It only increased his irritation. She'd go around and tell the whole castle how awful of a king he made, how awful of a human being he was.

"Give it back!" he repeated as he tried to reach for the piece of jewelry.

She intercepted his hand by taking it in her own and helped him to stand back on his feet. Her fingers were warm and soft in his sweaty palm, her grip stronger than he expected.

He stared down at her hand, the way it fitted in his, the rings on her fingers cold against his skin She sighed, letting go of his hand once he was settled on his feet, her fingertips lingering on the back of it.

Aegon remained quiet, staring at her. He could have her head. One order, and she'd be dead for having snatched his crown like this.

"Careful where you make it fall, one day it will roll at the feet of someone craving it," she ended up murmuring, holding the heavy iron piece up and setting it down onto his brow.

Aegon was still, listening to her words and feeling the weight of the crown on his head again. Gods, he hated it. The crown of the conqueror, yet he had nothing to conquer. He should, he should want to take those lands, this power back from his older sister Rhaenyra... but it felt wrong. He just wanted to crawl back into his bed and sleep endlessly, away from duty, away from the title he never asked.

"Do you crave it?" He asked, looking down at her. "The crown, I mean."

"Power is a poison. Yet when you taste it, you need more." She shook her head, her hand falling of his crown, now sat back upon his silver white hair. "I'd rather stay away from the throne."

She was right. This crown was pourring poison right into his glass of wine and one day, he'd choke on it and die, murdered by the weight of a burden which wasn't even his.

"Wise choice." Aegon said, nodding, his eyes now trailing from her hand, up her arm, to her face.

She looked up at him. "You should chose wisely too," she whispered, before she walked away from him.

She had seen right through his inner conflict.

Aegon stood there alone, following her with his gaze, a hand against the wall to keep himself steady. Maybe he should just fly to Dragonstone and give his crown to Rhaenyra. She was kind, she would spare him. And maybe then he'd go live a quiet life, somewhere is Essos.

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⋆༺⋆°⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ under the light of the seven 𓆩⚔𓆪

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Go to pinterest, search "your name + core" then post six pictures and tag six people.

thanks for tagging me @katakosmos

np: @panchashire @dolorequiem @del-stars @goldenprophetwrites @magicbeings @dairekt-cat

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I’m so sorry we didn’t learn, George.

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Kitty cats

DRAGONS ARE FIRE MADE FLESH.

Asoiaf, Dracarys.

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SEE ? I'M DEAD AGAIN.

Harry Collett for Calvin Klein, 2024

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I have been violently m♡rdered by Harry Collett's last instagram post, somebody revive me, help.

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#when you try to flirt with him but it flies over his head

HOUSE OF THE DRAGON 2x01 "A Son for a Son"

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They say there's beauty in violence. I didn't quite understood what they meant, until I saw him. There's no beauty in violence but god, his beauty is violent.

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Real pic of Crispin and Aegon from season 2

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If you manage to read how:

- Rhaenyra is the youngest dragonrider in Targaryen history (7 years old)

- during Rhaenyra's lifetime there were born the most dragons that the Targaryens ever had

- Rhaenyra's she-dragon Syrax single handedly laid clutches after clutches of eggs after mating with Caraxes

- Rhaenyra's stillborn baby daughter was DRAGON shaped - "with a hole in her chest where her heart should have been, and a stubby, scaled tail"

- Sunfyre initially refuses to burn/eat her

- Once Rhaenyra is murdered all the dragons die

And you don't conclude that Rhaenyra is directly connected to magic and dragons... You're obtuse as hell.

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If you manage to read how:

- Rhaenyra is the youngest dragonrider in Targaryen history (7 years old)

- during Rhaenyra's lifetime there were born the most dragons that the Targaryens ever had

- Rhaenyra's she-dragon Syrax single handedly laid clutches after clutches of eggs after mating with Caraxes

- Rhaenyra's stillborn baby daughter was DRAGON shaped - "with a hole in her chest where her heart should have been, and a stubby, scaled tail"

- Sunfyre initially refuses to burn/eat her

- Once Rhaenyra is murdered all the dragons die

And you don't conclude that Rhaenyra is directly connected to magic and dragons... You're obtuse as hell.

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I can’t fix him but I could fuck him.

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even depressed they still serve face

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how do i like my men? miserable and aching, your honor

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Loves, look what I just found

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new tom taylor tiktok ! practicing cregan’s accent lmao

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I check getty images and pinterest for this man and Tom Taylor daily like it’s the morning paper. I need to be sedated and muzzled for the safety of myself and also others