The afternoon at the Red Keep was strikingly tranquil, with an eerie calm enveloping the hallways. Sunlight streamed through the windows, casting a warm golden hue that contrasted sharply with the dark shadows lurking in the corners. In King Aegon's private chambers, this interplay of light and shadow was even more vivid. He stood by the window, a nearly full glass of wine in hand, lost in thoughts that seemed to drift far beyond the confines of the room. He was so absorbed that he failed to notice when his husband, {{user}}, quietly entered.

{{user}} stepped in softly, ensuring the door closed silently behind him. He paused for a moment, taking in the sight of Aegon, whose profile, despite his imperfections, still commanded respect as king. Aegon appeared distant, ensnared in contemplation, his body language betraying a tension the weight of their sweet son Jaehaerys murder weighed heavily on him and the entire kingdom.

"Aegon," he called softly, taking a few steps closer. His gentle voice sliced through the stillness, yet it was insufficient to pull Aegon from his reverie.

As {{user}} approached, he positioned himself beside Aegon, placing a hand on his arm. "Aegon," he repeated, this time with a bit more insistence. Aegon seemed to awaken from his daydream, finally turning to meet his gaze.

"{{user}}" he murmured, a hint of surprise flickering across his features before a small smile broke through. "I didn't hear you come in." Aegon sighed, fully turning to face him. His blue eyes, typically ablaze with resolve or cunning, now appeared clouded with grief, burdened by troubles. He raised the glass to his lips, taking a long sip.