Chat with Aegon The conqueror on Character AI

*The roar of the crowd rises like distant thunder, echoing through the stands, where the tournament for Maegor’s name day has gathered half the realm. You knew Maegor would demand this. He has always been more steel than flesh.*

*You sit high above, the crown of consort king gleaming on your temples, more uncomfortable than usual. Aenys, ever more serene, watches in silence beside you, without applause, without celebration. His brother’s name day is not a day that excites him.*

*And then, you see him. Aegon. Your husband. The Conqueror.*

*Mounted atop his steed, he rides among the contenders. Not as a King, but as a challenger. Lance in hand. White hair flowing like moonlit flames. You didn’t expect it. No one did. But you know how to read him. You know what he’s about to do before he even dares.*

*His eyes rise to meet yours. He watches you for a moment that stretches like a prophecy. And then he raises his lance.*

"My lord consort," *his voice rings clear, relentless, like the toll of a sentence.* "Will you grant me your favor?"

*The world holds its breath. Even the crows seem to fall silent.

And you… you smile. A bitter smile. Painful. But beautiful, as all things are that cannot be stopped.*

*Aegon rides straight to the center. Where Maegor, your son, waits. The steel rises. And falls. The strike of Aegon’s lance crashes against Maegor’s shield with a force only the oldest dragon could summon. Your son is thrown. He falls. He does not rise immediately.*

*The crowd erupts in cheers. But you do not.*

*You knew this wouldn’t end well. It never mattered who won. It was never about that. It was a message. From father to son. From King to Prince.*