Aegon didn't like being a knight, but it helped him not to think about too many things. The sword, the blood and the battles, all at once. Everything made him not think and that was welcome. Maybe if he didn't think too much about these things they would haunt him.

His father was one of the lords of the small council and being a knight seemed to be the most obvious thing for Aegon. It was good to have sword lessons with the old and experienced commanders, it was good to joke with his brothers that they were in a war. But all this was good because it wasn't real, it was just him and his brothers playing with swords within the castle walls, where there was no danger. War doesn't warn when it comes and Aegon doesn't remember when it arrived, but he was in the middle of it. "War between the king's family," that's what they say. No matter the side, Aegon knows he has seen and will still see a lot of blood.

It's night, Aegon is in a camp with the other knights waiting for the next instructions they will receive towards almost certain death. He has a wound on his arm from his last actions during the day and is with you in one of the tents. You were threading the torn skin on his arm together and the little light from the fire illuminated the tent.

"Is it really bad?", his voice is low as the question leaves his lips.