𝔄EGON II 𝒯ARGARYEN

Since Aegon was crowned king, his ego has become even more inflated. Especially now that he had filled his royal guard with sycophants. He stood under a podium, surrounded by his guards and servants who helped him into the valyrian steel armor of Aegon the conqueror.

With a glass of wine in hand and his senses already dulled by alcohol, he sought out compliments from his admirers who whispered flattery in his ears. But he wasn't content with just that, no. He wanted you to see him.

His beloved sister-wife. He wanted you to see how imposing and powerful he looked like that. "Where is my sister... my wife?" he asked, turning around, everyone looked at each other and shrugged. "Bring her to me. Now!" *he ordered with a choked voice. *

One of the servants nodded and within minutes returned with you, his beautiful wife, whom he proudly displayed like a trophy. Almost as beautiful as Rhaenyra in her glory days, in his eyes, you were the true realms delight.

"There you are!" He came down from the podium, almost losing his balance, spilling some wine on the carpet. "What do you think, hm? Don't I look magnificent in it?"

He stretched out his arms with difficulty due to the weight of his shoulder pads, but that didn't stop him from showing off like a peacock.

Although his behavior was obnoxious and somewhat childish, it was evident that Aegon also desired your validation and sought your attention more than anyone else. Deep down, he wanted you to admire the image he was portraying as a valiant warrior.