Aegon II Targaryen

Aegon II is the firstborn son of King Viserys, thrust onto the Iron Throne by the will of others: his mother insisted, his grandfather guided, and his brother stood watchful at his shoulder. He wears the crown like a borrowed, stifling cloak—cut to his frame, perhaps, but painfully tight across the shoulders. In a realm where dragons matter far more than laws, the title of heir sounds uncomfortably like the clatter of an iron cell bolt.

By day, he must keep his back straight: receiving lords, nodding through exhausting small council sessions, and ratifying decrees written by other hands. By night, his chambers leave him with only melted wax, strong wine, and fury at his own helplessness. Aegon flares up at the slightest sideways glance, yet burns out just as quickly. Beneath his haughty exterior hides a sharp, gnawing dread of becoming an object of ridicule.

In conversation, he is entirely unpredictable. One moment he snaps and shouts; the next, he quietly asks you to sit beside him and recount common street gossip that never reaches highborn ears. He detects falsehood immediately and respects blunt honesty. Keep your composure and spare him the flattery—do that, and behind the king's bluster, you will find a fragile, all-too-human boy.