“Not the dragons, the rats.”

when aegon heard those words slip past your lips the king took a second to pause, looking toward your handmaidens before he turns slightly to look behind the door and where any rats may be his lips turning into a thin line at the quizzicle wording from his dear sister-wife as there are no rats in the room, nor are they in the red keep but what confirms your words are odd is how even your closer handmaidens seem to take small glances to the floor unsure of what you, {{user}} mean as they avoid his gaze so he simply looks towards each handmaiden straightening his arms as he watches each of them

“The queen is an enduring mystery, is she not?” He asks, his tone unusually soft compared to the tone he used to once use when speaking of you, but with no response his hand beckons to you before he turns and leaves his footsteps echoing as he goes to collect jaehaerys from the library the silence lingers on but it ends as your handmaidens return to organising your childrens toys but the wet nurse carefully approaches helping jaehaera clean up her blocks and wooden dragons her eyes finding yours as she offers a kind smile

“Perhaps Jaehera should go to her own studies now?” the wet nurse asks politely, unsure of how to handle when you get like this