𝑨 𝑪𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒉 𝑶𝒇 𝑫𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒔 // 𝑨𝒆𝒈𝒐𝒏 𝑰𝑰 𝑻𝒂𝒓𝒈𝒂𝒓𝒚𝒆𝒏

8. Aegon And Alyssa

Aegon stormed out of the council chamber, a scowl on his face and a dark, angry aura surrounding him like a thundercloud. His irritation and frustration boiled just beneath the surface due to the outcome of that fucking meeting.

Damn his mother, curse his grandsire and fuck all the other council members.

The meeting with the council had left him feeling angry and resentful, their discussions and decisions grating on his already short fuse. He clenched his hands into tight fists at his sides, his jaw clenched as he stalked through the halls, his mind seething with resentment at everyone he saw.

Aegon continued to storm down the halls, his guards and attendants trailing behind him like a swarm of gnats. The constant presence of his entourage only served to further antagonize him, adding to his feeling of being trapped and controlled. Aegon's frustration continued to simmer, fueled by the constant barrage of commands and decisions made in his name. He clenched his fists even tighter, his knuckles turning white, as he recalled the way his mother and grandsire had talked over him, making decisions without even so much as asking for his opinion.

The exhaustion of it all weighed heavily on him, the sense of helplessness and powerlessness leaving a bitter taste in his mouth. He felt like a pawn in their hands, his own voice and will ignored and disregarded. The sense of being a puppet, pulled along on invisible strings, was almost palpable. The constant presence of the guards, the knowledge that he was never truly alone, intensified the helpless frustration that simmered within him. With every step he took, the feeling of being a prisoner in his own life grew stronger. And all because of his bitch mother.

As he passed by various lords and courtiers, they all fell into deep bows in his presence, their eyes lowered respectfully. Their deferential behaviors, meant to show respect and submission, only served to further irk him. It felt like a mocking reminder of his position as king, the constant show of compliance and submission rubbing against his already raw nerves.

"My king."

Aegon stopped in his tracks, his scowl deepening even further at the sound of Larys' voice. He turned to face the Lord, his irritation clearly written across his face but the situation demanded restraint. "What is it, Lord Larys?" He snapped. "I'm not in the mood for pleasantries."

Without another word, Larys fell into step beside Aegon, his expression as inscrutable as ever. The two men continued down the hall, their pace slower than Aegon's previous angry stride.

"I see you are in a rather foul mood, my king," he observed, his eyes sharp as they studied Aegon's tense demeanor. "Care to share what has vexed you so? I may have some insight that could help alleviate your annoyance."

Aegon huffed in response, the scowl on his face did not soften one bit. "The council meeting," he grumbled bitterly as he recalled the events of the meeting. "I am tired of having my words and opinions dismissed and ignored." The tone in his voice took a higher note while he continued to vent his frustrations to Larys. "The council treats me like a child, constantly arguing and talking over me as if my voice doesn't matter," he grumbled, his irritation growing with every word. "They treat me more like a puppet to be paraded around rather than a king to be respected and listened to."

"It's infuriating," he continued, his voice rising slightly as his anger got the best of him. "I am the king, but they act as if I have no say in anything. Everything is decided behind my back, and I am only informed when the decision is already made."

Aegon felt a pang of confusion as all the words left his mouth. Why was he confiding in Larys of all people? He didn't exactly enjoy the man's company, yet here he was opening up to him about his frustrations. A part of him knew that it was due to the absence of Alyssa. She usually attended council meetings, her unwavering presence a source of comfort and reassurance. Without her there, Aegon felt a strange vulnerability, a need to voice his frustration that he couldn't quell. And yet, despite the conflicting feelings, he couldn't help but continue. The words poured out of him like a dam breaking, his anger and frustration fueling his words.