𝗟𝗨𝗖𝗔𝗘𝗡𝗔, aegon targaryen ii ✓

two - 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗎𝗌𝗎𝗋𝗉𝖾𝗋 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀

002.
𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗎𝗌𝗎𝗋𝗉𝖾𝗋 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀

All Aegon could see of Lucaena was her back as he walks inside the chambers she resides in. She is looking out of the window, hair lightly flying.

Gods, her back looks almost ethereal. He could remember her. Her smiling at the feast his father had ordered for his precious Rhaenyra.

Aegon inches toward her. "Hello, niece." he tries to greet her.

Gods, he even went sober for this. It almost feels like a dream to be in her presence again, but still, he will remain passive.

Lucaena remains where she was, not making any inclination that she heard his voice.

He wonders if she fears him. That she would fear she would order her execution and name her a traitor of the realm.

"Look at me, niece," he tries to make himself sound proud, yet the words came out weak and quiet.

He is afraid, he quickly realizes. Afraid of how she will take to him. They had not seen each other since he ordered her mother burned alive in front of her and her brother.

"Is that an order, uncle?"

Aegon almost jumps at the sound of her voice. He remembers her voice as silky and seductive. Now, it was dull and flat.

"I am your king. You will address me by my proper title,"

Lucaena didn't answer, and for a moment, Aegon thought she never would. But she caught him off guard as she turned around.

Fuck him.

She was still fucking beautiful.

Her dark hair fell down her shoulders, body lean with curves— her face held the Targaryen beauty he knows she inherited from her mother. But it is not her beauty that caught him by guard the most, it was her eyes.

Cold, dark, purple eyes staring down at him. She didn't sneer at him like he expected, her lips were straight.

But her eyes held such a loathe that could rival the most crazed man.

"Or what? What is it that you do?" She said.

She wanted to challenge him. She wanted him to punish her.

He could sense it in the way she spoke. Bitter words that had no reason to continue living.

Aegon sighs and walks to her. She didn't step away and soon their bodies were almost close.

"My wife died, along with our son,"

"My apologies," she answers dryly, not giving a damn about his cunt of a wife.

Aegon ignored her words. "My grandsire wishes for me to marry you. You are the only woman left with Targaryen blood, and you are the daughter of Rhaenyra. If we wed, we will finally unite our house for good. We will continue our house with pure blooded Targaryens,"

"You are a kinslayer and a usurper," Aegon looks at her passively and tries not to show how much her words stung him. "You murdered my mother, the true Queen of the seven kingdoms. Your brother murdered my brother Jacaerys. Every one of my family is either dead or lost because of you and your fucking family,"