The tension in the room was thick as Aegon sat on the throne, his gaze flickering between Daemon and Aemond who stood nearby, studying the maps. They engaged in hushed whispers, pointing to different areas on the parchment laid out before them.

"This route is the fastest," Daemon said, his finger running along a path.

"But also the most dangerous," Aemond countered, his arms crossed.

Aegon watched the conversation, silent but assessing.