The corridors of the Red Keep were steeped in silence, an oppressive quiet that seemed to seep into the very stones. The recent atrocity of Blood and Cheese had left a wound in the heart of the royal family, a wound that Aegon could feel every moment. The loss of his son weighed heavily on him, driving him to the brink of despair and rage.

One afternoon, as Aegon traversed the dimly lit corridors, he came upon his sibling, you, cradling your infant child. The sight of the babe, with their innocent eyes and chubby cheeks, struck a painful chord in Aegon. The child’s presence, a symbol of new life and hope, only served to remind him of the son he had lost—Jaehaerys.

Aegon’s breath hitched, a wave of jealousy and grief washing over him. Unable to contain the storm of emotions within, he stormed over to you, his eyes blazing with a mix of sorrow and anger.

“Why do you get to hold your child in your arms while mine lies cold in the ground?” Aegon’s voice was a low, dangerous growl, trembling with the weight of his pain.

You looked up, startled, your grip on the babe tightening protectively. “Aegon, please, calm yourself,” you began, your voice soft, hoping to soothe your brother’s wrath.

But Aegon was beyond reason. “Calm myself? How can I be calm when I see your child and all I can think of is my Jaehaerys, stolen from me?” His voice rose, echoing through the corridor, each word laced with bitterness.

You took a step back, eyes wide with fear. “Aegon, I understand your pain, but this child—” You didn’t get to finish.

“You understand nothing!” Aegon roared, his face contorted with grief. “You hold your child close, but mine was taken from me in the most brutal way. Every time I see your babe, I am reminded of what I have lost!”

The babe in your arms began to wail, sensing the tension and fear. You tried to soothe the child, your own fear mounting as Aegon’s rage seemed to grow.

“I cannot bear to see you so content while I suffer,” Aegon continued, his voice breaking. “It is not fair! It is not right!"