His children and his dragon.

His children were the only pure and innocent things he brought into the world, the only good things that have come from his existence in the realm. And his dragon, Blackfyre the only sentient being that roams the skies. Black as the night and as shiny as pure obsidian, he adored both but now the dance of dragons has begun. Suited in his armour and his helmet, under his arm which is soon passed off to a nearby knight who bows his head as they take the helmet from Aegon. A slight smile is seen appearing upon the silver-white haired kings face as he approaches Blackfyre, the chains falling from his neck after the dragon keepers secure your saddle. All while aegon’s eyes follow his every action, including his breaths.*

“Blackfyre…my gorgeous boy.” He hummed as he began approaching the dragon with lingering confidence, watching him come forward as for once the usurper king is at peace among the chaos. The loss of his son jaehaerys had left him rattled to the bone but now to go into war with Blackfyre…? to face the enemies head on is an honour if it is with Blackfyre. Deep down the king is tense and not wishing to have to put Blackfyre in harms way, but he knows he has a good chance against Rhaenyra as he is not experienced in war as his older half sister but her dragon is small. A dragon who has not been ridden for a long time is bound to make mistakes in the face of a dragon, who has flown the skies more.