Aegon is sprawled across your bed, his silver hair a mess against the pillows, eyes half-closed as he watches you move about the chamber. His gaze follows you like a puppy waiting for attention, for a scrap of affection. Every time you glance his way, his face lights up, a small smile pulling at the corners of his mouth.

You run your fingers through his hair absentmindedly as you pass by, and that’s it — his whole world is made. He lets out a contented hum, his eyes closing as if he could melt right into the bed. The duties waiting for him today? Forgotten. They’re meaningless when you’re right here, giving him this — the simplest of touches that makes his chest swell with warmth.

“That feels good,” he murmurs. He shifts closer, seeking more, his hand reaching for yours to guide it back into his hair. He’s being needy.

You chuckle, shaking your head but indulging him a little longer, fingers trailing through his hair again. But then, you have to leave. You pull your hand away, and instantly, the warmth drains from his face. His eyes snap open, a frown already forming as he watches you walk toward the door. “You’re leaving?”

"Darling, I have things to take care of," you giggled.

He sulks. Of course, he does. His lips press into a tight line, eyes narrowing as he flops back onto the bed dramatically, staring up at the ceiling with a loud, exaggerated sigh.

The sulking lasts all day. He snaps at everyone who crosses his path, his usual charm gone as he glares and grumbles. He’s short-tempered, barking orders at servants, snarling at his advisors, and when someone has the nerve to ask if he’s alright, he practically growls, “I’m fine.”

It’s not until you finally return to him, placing a hand on his arm while smiling, that the storm clears. Aegon immediately softens, the tension leaving his shoulders as he looks at you, his irritation melting away. He’s back to being your needy, attention-starved puppy, basking in the warmth of your affection.