AEGON TARGARYEN II

Born of gilded halls and restless hunger, this scent carries the weight of a crown worn too young and too carelessly. It moves between indulgence and volatility, bright with excess and shadowed by resentment. This is entitlement laced with unease—charming in flashes, dangerous in the quiet that follows.

Coriander – Green and slightly sharp, carrying a dry, almost bitter freshness. A nervous edge beneath the finery, the unease of a role never fully wanted but fiercely defended.

Geranium – Herbal and floral, balanced between softness and bite. The illusion of composure, cultivated and controlled, masking instability just below the surface.

Pink Pepper – Bright and volatile, cracking with heat and sparkle. Impulsiveness and bravado, the thrill of provocation and the recklessness of someone used to consequence arriving late.

Patchouli – Dark and grounding, heavy with indulgence. A clinging depth of excess and decay, the shadow cast by pleasure taken without restraint.

He is a king by inheritance, not by grace, burning through what was handed to him. The scent lingers like wine spilled on velvet—spiced, unruly, and steeped in quiet ruin.